Several years back I wrote about a musician friend going through hard times. He'd had a brain aneurysm which the doctors said he should not have survived but he did and has come back a long way. (Mudcatters were wonderfully supportive. I will never forget.)

Last night when his daughter dropped him off at my house for music, she teased him, saying, With all the garlic you had at dinner you better sit way away from the others. He said, No problem. I'm a banjo player. They expect that kind of thing from me.