And now we fast forward to Sweet 16 where Miss Lily, who now insists on "Lila", is on stage, golden hair to the waist, guitar (a Martin, of course) in hand. Big Sister Alexis plays fiddle, she too with waist length hair but hers is drawn back off her face in a silver clasp fashioned by Don Meixner or maybe bone by AllanC. The sisters are clad in layers of bubble wrap, modest but intriguing. And down front, led by a wild potato thonged Mick, is an army of hairy old men and tie dyed old women all keeping a wary eye out for any young man who dares to show interest.

In the entrance sits Max with Uncle Pene at a table full of CDs. The loving girls have generously set aside part of the table for their ersatz relatives' cassettes, CDs, 8-tracks, and LPs but put a firm foot down when Dad trotted out the 18th Annual Nude Mudcat Calendar.

And in the last row, hanging on every note, is a besotted and middle-aged MattR trying to quiet the ever curmudgeonly Kendall who is stage whispering about Taylors and Martins and Apollos.

Just can't wait!