My brother, who tunes the piano for an 'opera house', is retiring from the job. He wrote the following to me:

I had hoped to meet Edward Florenz Ziegfeld there one of these days, but I guess I’ll have to be content having met Judy Collins and Arlo Guthrie instead. When Becky and I saw the Arlo Guthrie concert I tuned for, he told a story of his father who was hospitalized in a “mental Institution” for a time. One day Arlo asked a nurse how his father was doing, and she said “He’s Ok, but he thinks he’s a famous folk song writer!”