Hey, Art, your anecdote about being told not to sing in the eigth grade brought back a memory of Mrs. Miller's 6th grade class. We were in our music period; my best friend, Willard, was in the cloakroom for some infraction or other (he was there quite often as I recall). Mrs. M. sounded her note on the pitch-pipe, and the class began singing. Mrs. Miller rapped the desk and complained that someone was singing off key; from his private domain Willard yelled, "It's John, he's always offkey." Generally, and to this day, that was true...but it was a bum rap because I was not singing that day. Thanks for triggering that memory, Art; and Willard, where are you today?