1959, high school talent show. I had a $29.95 Stella guitar, combination hygrometer and guitar (the warp in the neck was directly proportional to the relative humidity) and I had been playing for about four months and the blood poisoning (high action, steel strings, uncalloused fingers) had subsided. I sang Tom Lehrer's Poisoning Pigeons in the Park. Went over great (if you can't be good sing something funny). Years later I became a pesticide formulation chemist. How's THAT for foreshadowing? PETE