Happy Birthday indeed. It's always good to hear that someone whose music one has admired enormously for f-f-f-fifty years is still a year younger than my big sister, with whom I just exchanged a few electronic smiles about our first Newport festival, a mere 49 years ago. That new fellow walking so competently in Pete's shoes whom I asked to sign my Weavers album (without your picture on it, of course) at the Duke indoor stadium (with 5000 other people) in 1960 or 61 was only 8 years older than me. Egad! :) You must have been born playing and singing so well.      Carter B