Don, to put your last posting, and my vintage, into perspective: the concert that you write about just above, was just before my time, by a year or so.

When I, with the help of many of the "Seattle Folk Song Society" members, sponsored Pete in his HUGE "Moore Theater" concert, it was a very important turnaround in his career. It was like the bursting of the dam.

To go on with the theme: shortly after that event, I volunteered to join the Army. At my intial interview, I was "asked" to sign a "loyalty oath." I was given a three page list of orginizations and asked if I had had any contact with them. I started checking them off: The Seattle Labor Council, The committee For The Protection Of The Foreign Born, The Committe To Repeal The Smith Act, on and on.

The Captain that had handed me the form almost fainted. He excused himself ("hisself", as Walt Robertson used to say) and returned with a Major. They then grilled me for a looooong time.

They asked me how and why I knew the "Seattle Labor Council?" I said it's "because I sang for them every Friday night." "They give me five bucks, a dinner, and all the beer I can drink." (I was 17 0r 18 and I couldn't drink much beer then ... but I have improved with age!).

On and on, I loved the "Committee For The Protection Of The Foreign Born," because Cecelia played a Clark Irish harp.

The next thing I knew, my parents neighbors called us, I was still living with my parents, and asked why they had been questioned by the FBI. It turned out that indeed, the FBI went all around our neighborhood inquiring as to what kind of a communist I was.

For reasons I only recently learned, my enterance into the Army was hurried up by a neighbor, who was a high ranking Officer in the medical unit I eventually joined. But even six years later, long after Sen.McCarthy died, I was still under some suspicion.

Don, do you suppose that my posting of my background might still cause the FBI to talk to all my neighbors?

CHEERS, Bob