Now, lads, I've seen a few bosoms heave in my day, and they've been more like briny oceans tossing, wave-like, over a D-cup shaped guitar like Rick's 0-18. My wishes at the time, however, could not have been heaved any more than the poor dog aboard that Nova Scotian vessel could heave one of his. Of course, all of this excitement was decades ago, before I met Caroline, and completely innocent.

Helen Creighton certainly deserves a stamp, so keep at 'em! Then, after Edith Fowke has been gone the required length of time, get 'em to create one for her, too. While you're at it, ask for one honoring O. J. Abbott or Andrew Dornan. We ought to recognize great informants as well as collectors.

Sandy