I was driving through Saskatchewan one day in June, 1983, listening to Peter Gzowski's program, Morninsgide, on the car radio, reception fading in and out, hearing the most fantastic singing, never catching who the singer was, nor why Gzowski was devoting so much of the program to him. Two years later, I was living in Austin, Texas, and there was a guy with a morning radio show there who played a lot of Stan Rogers, and I recognized the voice I had heard in Canada, and now I could put a name to it. The guy also told the story of how Rogers had died on the way back to Canada from a folk festival in Kerrville, just a couple hours drive from Austin, and I realized that Gzowski had been playing a tribute to Rogers, probably the day after Rogers died. So at the very least, Rogers was much appreciated by that DJ in Austin in 1985, and by at least one of his listeners.

Two years later, I moved to Sydney, Australia, and was pleased to find Rogers' songs being sung here, where some performers even went so far as to refer to him as Saint Stan. The man or woman on the street may not know him, but the folkies certainly do.