chantyranger, my Dad died 26 years ago. A couple of months before he died, I went home and spent about six weeks with him. We spent a number of late evenings drinking and singing the songs he used to sing on car trips when I was a kid. He had a fine voice, but a terrible sense of timing. Playing the guitar, I had to hurry to keep up and slow down to wait all the time. Lately I've felt the need to pull together as many of those songs as I can, from my memory and those of my siblings and my one surviving uncle, as well as any outside sources I can find. One bit of advice: Not to sound to New-Agey, but, if you look deep inside yourself, I think you'll find your father still there, still able to geve advice and comfort. If you're like me, you'll find, the older you get, the more sense his advice makes.