When I first started playing guitar, in the early sixties, I took lessons from Gary Atkins, Chet's nephew. A helluva guitarist in his own right. I couldn't even tune the gutair, much less play anything. Gary got me through the fundamentals, and in retrospect he was probably playing a Gibson ES-335, or a similar model. Needless to say I've had a fondness for Chet's music ever since. I wish I could play one tenth as well as either of them. Does anyone know whatever happened to Gary Atkins?

Rest in Peace, Chet. Chetfest in Nashville is bound to be an incredible event this year. I don't know the dates, but I think it starts in a week or so from now. If any of you can attend, it would be more than worth your while, I'm sure. I can't go, but at least my daughter, Annie Enke and my son in law, David Enke will be there. They have a new mini-disc recorder. I sure hope they make proper use of it. Good night, Chet. THANKS, BlueJay