The week after the Getaway, Rita. I figured Kendall and I could work a few of the kinks out of it when we run it by the good folk at the Getaway. A practice run, so to speak. The idea came up too late for the preliminary grid of NOMAD workshops, so Marc penciled it in at 10 o'clock on Saturday night. Not prime time, but the die-hards will still be around, and that's the only audience Kendall and I can expect to attract. Fortunately, I'm used to staying up most of the night, so I should still be awake. I only hope Kendall can develop such an unwholesome folkie schedule in time. He has to get up early to walk the dog, you know.

Sandy