I *thought* this name was familiar. Back about 1977 or 78 he crashed at my basement apartment in Albany, New York, and I gave him a ride to a gig at the Chelsea House coffeehouse in Brattleboro, Vermont. I'd often wondered how things turned out for him. He probably won't remember me, but send him my regards, when any of you folks see him. (Back then I was Mary Linebaugh.)