One of the strangest evenings I had was about seven years ago. This particuliar night, I was an observer, rather than a participant. It was so strange that I almost wrote a goofy song about it. The scene: a small mini mart Japanese restaurant. I walked in, ordered something, and sat down at one of four tables. In walked a family of seven, obviously East Indian. Out from the kitchen came the owner of the restaurant, obviously Japanese. He greeted the new customers, obviously old friends. He served them dinner, then brought out his Italian made accordian and played music for them. The tune was Steven Fosters "Old Black Joe!" So here I am, in a Japanese restaurant, watching East Indians customers being seranaded by the Japanese owner, playing "Old Black Joe" on an Italian accordian! ... let's here for the American melting pot! If you're not ALL careful, I'll tell you of some of the goofy places I HAVE played at! CHEERS, Bob