Tomorrow will be one week since my Waiting for the Morning Train incident, the lesson of which is that regardless of our debates over what is and what is not folk music, and in spite of how folk music is ignored by the mass media and by the music business, authentic folk music is still alive here in the USA, or at least in one little corner of the USA. I'll be at the Amtrak station in Providence a little later today. Let's see if any inquisitive teenage boys are present!