Back in the late 60's, I did my first Scottish tour. The agent, Arthur Argo, had me running from one end of the country to the other, mostly by train. On cosecutive days, I was booked in Glasgow (in the southwest) and Thurso (about as far north as you can go on dry land)
Well, the trip took all day and, with the inevitable delays, I didn't get to Thurso until close to 10:00 P.M. (I was supposed to perform at7:30) The club manager met me at the station, tossed me into his car and drove me to the club, where the audience had been waiting for close to three hours.
I need not tell you that they were enthusiastic, receptive, active and joyful. I never knew if it was because I was so good or because they were determined to have the time of their lives to justify that long wait.

       Mike Miller