Thank you, Sandy. You know I'm not a "woowoo" type of person, but I truly believe that's who I saw, though I'm still not sure why.

I was at the Great Auditorium in Ocean Grove, New Jersey, to hear the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. There is an upper gallery which was completely empty (go figure!). As I listened to the music, I would often look around up there, because the ceiling is lovely, arched wood all around. All of a sudden, there he was: I could see him very clearly, not very far away. He was completely absorbed, watching the stage. I looked for a long time. And then, in a blink, he was gone.

Was more sure than ever when I met, briefly, his son (Joady?) outside Carnegie Hall one night. I was looking into almost the same face.

Dani