About the comment I made MUCH earlier about you being the sort of person people want to do things for...

I am very (VERY!) bad at commitment - even little bitty commitments. I didn't want to bring the guitar - I didn't know how I was going to get it to NO. I didn't want to be responsible for it. I didn't think I'd have room. (I'd envisioned bringing darn near every instrument I owned to Toronto.) I told Night Owl this, and she accepted it. In retrospect, I can only imagine what sort of hurt and disappointment this must have caused. I told her "I'll see if it will fit," and left here without her knowing if I'd bring it back or not. She never pushed, and Rick didn't push - just let me know how much Nightie wanted it. In the end, I brought only one fiddle with me and had loads of room.

Seeing Night Owl and Mary-Ellen together in that restaurant made it worth going to a lot trouble than giving a guitar a ride, and I regret even thinking about not bringing it back. At the time, hearing her story of how she came to adopt it was magic. Seeing her face... She got it out of the case and just looked at it, touched it, got to know it a bit before she played it. I left for home thinking something right had just clicked into place and was glad I'd been a very small part of it.