The night I won the Martin D-76 I was playing at a bar in a bowling alley in Crown Point, Indiana. (I remember the place looked like a cave; stalctites and stalgmites were all over the place. Terrible sight lines!) While ending a set I got a phone call. (Now remember that these were the days long before "caller ID". But the minute I was told there was a call for me I KNEW I had won that guitar ! I took the phone and said to whoever was calling, "I won the guitar, right?"

They were blown away---but to me, it was just a truism---an accomplished fact. I have never felt certain like that ever before or since. I drove through an ice storm and got back to Chicago at 3:00 A.M. That annual GEORGE WASHINGTON'S BIRTDAY party at the Old Town School of Folk Music (where the raffle had been conducted) was still going strong. (Those used to go all night.)

Might be case for Mulder and Scully, huh?

Art Thieme