One of my favorite personal stories: I used to moonlight in a wonderful childrens book store on Lincoln Ave. in Chicago. Lincoln Ave. being what it was, we stayed open late.

One night John Hartford came in after (before?) playing at Holstein's across the street. He asked, "Do you have the book, *Steamboat in a Cornfield*?" Imagine my delight at being able to say, "You mean the one you wrote??" heh heh