Do any of you guys recall the mandolin player who couldn't talk? I don't recall his name, but he was a Montrealer, had a terrible stutter & a pal who would interpret for him. Frank Wakefield, on one of his many visits, brought him up on stage and played backup guitar for this guy. A gentlemanly gesture, but then Frank (an amiable but unrepentant redneck) would say "Who could believe a Jew-boy could play so good?" The guy was nonetheless thrilled.