100 years ago, when I was a performer in a religous chorus in College, we performed "The White Pilgrim." We toured various churches and presented this folk based story/song. I was the 'White Pilgrim', and as such, at the point of my death, I was to leave the sanctuary, playing my guitar and singing, while sneaking out the back door. I was then supposed to run around the building, enter the church through the front doors, and at the appropriate time, re-enter the sanctuary, again singing my theme song. Only this once, the front doors were locked and I couldn't get back in! I ran to the side of the building, saw an open window, and sang as loudly as I could while cars were streaming by me on the busy city street. I'm told that the congregation was very moved, and I got an "A" plus from the chorus Director for good thinking! CHEERS Bob(deckman) Nelson