Clair,

Next year I will have either worked myself outta the pickle (3 major construction projects) or I'll be 6 feet in the cold, cold ground... Don't much matter... I'm a bluesman...

Now if I ain't in the cold, cold ground I'll be there, prolly with my harp player... I'll just tell him we got booked to play up in Maryland, then surprise him with 3 days of insanity and lousy food...

"Hey, R.W., can't ya' take a danged joke???"

I promise....

B~