Roe is a nice guy, period. He’s a great comic, but doesn’t live the life of most comics. He has a house, a wonderful wife, Amber, and they’re a great couple. Roe has morals. I can only imagine what that is like.

One night we had a gig in Biddeford, near his home. Roe brought up Kenny Rogerson, one of the funniest men alive, Al Klemick, and myself.

Roe and Amber thought that it would be a good idea if they prepared a nice steak dinner. Problem was, they had never seen me eat. I can eat alot, especially if it’s cow. And when I’m hungry, I’m cranky.

Al and I got stuck in traffic on the way, and we arrived a half an hour late. I was hungry, pissy, and non conversational. When we went inside, they were finishing up. My heart sank. Roe, Amber, and Kenny are sitting at the table chit-chatting, and I was starving. Being the champs that they are, they left a slab for me and the Klemmer. (Al)

We said hello, and that’s about as far as it got. I dove into the food and refused to stop until it was gone. I’d come up for air, comment on how delicious everything was, and dive back in. When it was all gone, I thanked them profusely, telling them how wonderful everything was. One thing about me, is that if you give me food, I never forget it. If you prepare me dinner, you could quite possibly be the best person on the planet. I said all of these things to them, and Rogerson just said........”Gee, I wonder who the bachelor is at this table!”