Hey, Mark. Good on you for doin' that. Looking back, ya gotta admit that the ZigZag Cafe was probably the worst place to work. Roaches, long narrow club and POed mostly-drunk customers at 1:30 AM who paid three dollars for Cafe au Rhum only to find out it was rum flavoured and had as much relation to alcohol as Washington, DC, has to truth. Good places to learn, though. And I do recall hearing you somewhere near 14th Street and Avenue of the Americas (6th Avenue) as I was approaching from a few blocks south. Your voice, your guitar and your harmonica.

Be good, Mark.

Bruce