And, lest I receive 50 lashes with a wet poodle, er, noodle, our very own Art Brooks was to have co-hosted a folk song circle. I was unable to attend, as I was splitting my time between a bluegrass quartet and a group of children called the "Apple Mountain Harp Kids." The bluegrass was foot-stompin' good and the harpers were simply divine.

Ah, so much music, so little time. Sorry, Art, for not looking you up.

Freightdawg.