Yeah, the phone calls from Rick Fielding. He always seemed to know when I needed cheering up.

And going to Spaw's house unannounced in Bremen, Ohio. He opened the door and, cool as could be, said, "Joe Offer, what are YOU doing here?" He acted like he expected I'd turn up at his doorstep some day. I wish I had been able to do the same to Art Thieme and Jean Ritchie. I got very close to their homes, but didn't have the nerve to drop in.

Oh, and Barry Finn. Gee, I liked Barry. And it was a thrill to go to a singaround at his house in New Hampshire and eat haggis for the first time in my life.