Vignette: 

      Answer: It’s where an asylum was built to house the mad and slightly mad among us.

On a medically prescribed neighborhood stroll, the third of the week,

a stranger approached me near the corner of Bedford and Quarry.

He seemed overly distraught, but otherwise non-threatening.

He asked: “Do you agree that Brahms belongs with Beethoven and Bach

as a member of the so-called "Three B’s”?

––Well, as a matter of fact I don’t. But who’d I replace Brahms with, having

a last name beginning in “B” who’d even begin to fit within a triumvirate

containing Beethoven and Bach?

I advised the stranger: “Listen, pal. You gotta let this go or it’ll drive you

straight to Taunton”.

He latched onto my arm with an ancient mariner’s weathered hand exclaiming:

“What the hell’s in Taunton”?