I had patiently waited for my chance to shine at the late night open-mic at Passim's in Cambridge, Massachustts, and my name was finally called. I climbed up the stairs to the stage, strode to the microphones, adjusted them for maximum effect, strapped on my banjo, and the strap button flew off. Well, I sort of stared out at the audience and said, "I had a dream last night that something like this would happen." That got a laugh, and I did manage to find the black button on the black carpeted stage and my two songs went off reasonably well. But now I always recheck the strap buttons.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble