Spaw, I'll have you know I spent some good time in Toledo, Ohio back in the middle fifties. In fact, my first regular paid gig was weekends at the Park Lane Hotel cocktail lounge there, arranged for me by Mitch Woodbury, Entertainment Editor of the Toledo Blade at that time. I had done a season of summer stock there with the Mad Anthony Players, using the auditorium at the University of Toledo. Bounced back to Toledo later on my thumb, guitar and sleeping bag on my back, dead broke, to take Mitch up on an offer he had made when he heard me singing with a bunch of the theater kids at a party. He even lent me the money to buy a clean shirt! I sang at the Park Lane for about six months, taught guitar to a handful of neat young women (and one talented dentist), and complained constantly because there was not a single decent bookstore in the city (that I could find). Finally quit the lounge gig to hitch-hike to a party in Richmond, Virginia, where I was told I would have a chance to meet Paul Clayton. I did, and we went off song collecting in the Blue Ridge. Been down that road ever since. So Toledo was kind to me, and I still enjoy the Randy Sparks song!

Sandy