Oh my, the memories. Art at the No Exit every Thursday night (we're talking the late 1970's here), where I would soak up everything he so willingly "taught." One of my first out-of-town singing trips was with Art and Jim Craig, at the old Ark (when it was still in the house) in Ann Arbor. I felt like I was getting to play with the big kids. Now we are the big kids, and Art's no longer breathing the same air.