I don't really think the book presetned him as "Saint Stan"--perhaps just left out some of his more "abrasive" moments.

Another concert story--I saw Stan's last concert in San Francisco, about two weeks before the plane crash, and about three months before my daughter was born. I had just read a book called "The Secret Life of the Unborn Child," which insisted that fetuses only like Mozart. I can tell you there was one that liked Stan Rogers--she jumped up and down IN TIME TO THE MUSIC all night. (That blew me away.)She grew up listening to a tape of that same concert that came from a radio broadcast. One day when she was about two, I found her playing in the bathtub with a toy boat that popped back to the surface when put under water, singing, "Rise again, rise again." She's 18 now and still sings it.

That was the only time I ever saw Stan Rogers.