Well, lemme see, now. . .

In 1963, I sang a couple of weekends at a coffeehouse in Bellingham, Washington. The first name of one of the owners of the place was "Gay." Short for "Gaylord," I think. I ran into him a few years later. He was now working at Boeing in Seattle. During the intervening years, he'd got married and had a couple of kids.

Ironic, eh?

I guess not. . . .   Fuggitaboutit.

Don Firth