It was a pretty emotional night. A full house as bright as a button. When I sang the first song I ever wrote and performed at a folk club 40 years ago to the week, a ghostly 21 year old with a full head of hair, some higher notes,and a far less cynical view of the world sang a harmony with me. I don't think anyone else saw or heard him, but it was nice to say hello, albeit fleetingly.