Many years ago, at one of the Philadelphia Festivals, Tom and Midge brought their "babe in arms" into our camper to change a diaper (no facilities for such a thing being provided by the festival!), While Midge did the dirty work, Tom sat at the dinette and sang a song he had just finished: "Cindy's Crying." I was moved damn near to tears. That "babe in arms" now has a PhD, I'm told.

Hey, Don: ain't nobody 'round here older than Greenhaus and me -- and I've got six months on him!

Sandy