Hello, everyone. . . first off, I've been gone for the last six weeks or so to central France to take care of my hybrid irises, but am back now (at least temporarily, till they need me again!).

As to the story. . . yes, it is a hell of a place to leave off, but I cannot really tell you more, except that Anthony-last I knew-has run off to Canada to excape the draft during that mass slaughter known as the Vietnam war. Always did have lots of good sense, Tony. . . uh, Anthony. He didn't like to be called Tony, you see. I do hope he continued to sing, though I may never know, as I have tried to find him from time to time over the years without success.

As far as Mr Bay's (changed name) somewhat contradictory behaviour goes, it's always good to remember that racism is, like many other things, not a one-way street. We were all quite shocked at the time as well.

Now, as to other "urban legend" stories like this one circulating, perhaps there are others out there who remember Anthony and have told this story in their own words. I'm sure he would be more than pleased to have become an urban legend! However, this version (if you like) is one written by yours truly, inspired last year by a thread about discriminating choir directors. . .

cheers,

Aux