Lemme see, now. . . .

Last Saturday, Bob (Deckman) and Judy Nelson came to our apartment for lunch. After lunch, we sat around talking and swapping a few songs. Bob broke out his Zoom H2 digital recorder and we tried recording a few things.

(By the way, Conrad, Bob is an old friend whom I have known for 57 years now. Bob is a professional singer of folk songs [who is currently teaching classes in which he talks and sings, relating American history with various folk songs; so he IS broadening awareness and interest in folk music*]. Bob and I have been singing, both independently and together since 1953, and we'd both been singing for a couple of years before we met. In terms of our professional singing, we are not competitors. As I have said above, we are colleagues.)

During the course of the afternoon, Bob and I had one beer each. I believe Judy may have had one also, but I don't recall. My wife, Barbara, didn't. If she ever drinks at all, it will be an occasional sip or two of wine. She feels the effects of alcohol almost immediately, and she doesn't like the feeling.

Before last week, the last time I had a beer was—I'm not really sure. A couple of months ago as I recall.

Wipe the foam off your mustache, Conrad.

Don Firth

*You say we need to broaden interest in folk music. Okay, what are YOU doing, Conrad?