Some years ago, a young man came live on our little island, He played his guitar and sang everywhere he went. He had a very low, gravely "whiskey" voice but sang in perfect pitch. We called him "MUDFLAP". That was the first time I had ever sung with a "musician", and I was hooked. People either loved him or hated him, his style was that different. Not long after, he died of throat cancer. If we had only known. Last year, I sang with the Victoria Symphony Orchestra at a Cancer Clinic Fund Raiser, and thought of him.