Helen, you're absolutely right. I guess I'm so used to having my husband around to play with (between the two of us we play every instrument and both sing) that of course I pictured him with me in that distant retirement home somewhere. . . If that doesn't work out for us, the whole dream looks different. I guess I'm assuming that people somewhere are working at a mad pace for us boomers, curing cancer, fixing the hole in the ozone, and setting up retirement centers for old Folkies like myself.

The prospects for communication are much better for us than our parents, because of the internet and especially Mudcat! On the other hand, if I have to, I'll make music alone.