I "sat" with her and Sandy Ives, Joe. I "say" very little in the presence of greatness. In this particular case, I listened, and was stunned! I can't imagine telling a traditional singer "No, thanks, I don't want that song." Gawdamighty, I've recorded seven or eight renditions of "Give My Love to Nellie, Jack" and I don't know how many versions of "The Drunkard's Doom," even when I was running low on tape and too broke to buy more (and miles from any place where I could have bought it). I just couldn't say to the singer, "Let's skip that one; I've heard it before!"

Thanks for cleaning up my typing, Joe. Barbara Blessings asked me why I was looking for a volunteer to type for my wife. It ain't that the spirit is less than willing, it's just that the flesh is so heir to error!

Sandy