A magical musical moment occurred one year at the Kentucky Music Weekend. Sparky Rucker invited me to sit in on his blues workshop. I told him I only had two blues songs fit for company. He said come any way. Half way through the workshop I had already done my two songs and my singing partner, Margaret walked up. I knew she knew Dink's song, though it wasn't part of our repertoire. We started playing it, Sparky came in on harmonica and Karen, from the Real World String band added a lovely, swooping fiddle part. The song just took wings. I've thought you could get all of us involved in that in a studio with fancy equipment and never duplicate that one moment. Best music is out in the air and gone. But what great memories you've all shared in this thread.