Nah, just at typical example of my ancestors. You should have heard about my Uncle Charley Windhorst, who immigrated to the States back about 1862 by way of San Fransisco (there were excellent reasons he took the long way). THERE was a true folk musician. He was a virtuoso on the bodhran,the bagpipes, the banjo, and every other instrument beginning with "B" (he was a bit of a compulsive sort). He wrote thousands of songs under the pen name "A. Nony Mous" and never received a cent in royalties as a result. He wandered from town to town and gold camp to city, cadging drinks, cheating at faro, seducing young women, bumming cigars, running out on bills. And all the time writing such great songs as "Roll Me Over In The Clover," "Knees Up, Mother Brown," "Ach, du Lieber Augustine," and "The Bastard King of England." Uncle Charley was finally tracked down by the Reichstatspolizei and executed for "bad mouthing Otto von Bismarck's ugly daughter"; this happened in Roy, Wyoming. At least, that's what Uncle Charley's diary says happened and he should know.