SIlent friends: Jen Ellen, Peter T., CarolC, Banjo Bonnie, Tweed. Bald Eagle. Others I cannot even resurrect in memory.

Of those that leapt off the mortal dance-floor, Spaw had no equal, durn his mammalucca butt. Rick Fielding, the most gracious singing soul around. Art Thieme was a patron saint. Kytrad was worshipped from afar. And Sandy Paton was like the great-uncle of us all!

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