I'm stunned at the way the internet shrinks time and space. Hedy, one night in 1964, I was playing a gig (from midnight to 6AM)at Curly Goss's Student Prince folk club in Soho, London, UK. You came in and played a short set that included Cotton Mill Girls. I've heard a dozen people sing that song since, but in my mind's eye I still see you tapping your foot and playing your banjo and I hear you singing about those cotton mills as if they really meant something to you. Thanks for the memory. Joanne