Mom didn’t get it. We continued to spend hours each day in the ‘studio’ perfecting the songs, re-recording ones on which you could hear the real Micky Dolenz in the background. Soon, we had piles of audio tapes and no one to give them to.

We had my mom’s lingeré on a bent metal hanger lowered down with some string so that the men could get a closer look but not too close since they needed to buy it if they wanted to keep it.

We had boxes and boxes of these episodes on cassette, organized alphabetically by show title. Most of these we never listened to again. When we did replay them, we realized that they were mostly just filled with really bad spy show sound effects.