Last night we were practicing for today's gig. At the end of a medley, the fiddler swung into Yellow Rose of Texas and we stayed with him until he shouted, "In honor of George Bush!" And we all crashed to a halt, amid cries of "We'll play 'Farewell to Nixon' but we won't do anything in Bush's honor."

It was funny because I don't think any of us had known each other's political positions. I was quite pleased with us, frankly.

Ebbie