Downeast Bob, Wheww! for a moment I thought you were referring to me, until I read the word Fairbanks. Off the hook.

When I was younger, I thought there was something to the popular image of the sexually liberated, long-haired, guitar-picking, poetical, folk singer type. I met my first wife that way, and courted her with one arm around her, and the other hand near my guitar. I still remember all the times when she had the blues, and would ask me to sing to her. How romantic.