I'll try to narrow it down. One time, after a folk festival, a young attractive woman came and said her family owned an island in Greece, and that she was on her way there, and, wanted to know if I would like to join her. I didn't know her from Adam's off ox, and didn't dare go. Today, I would! Another time at a Bluegrass picking party, one of my critical brothers asked me to do the talking blues I wrote about the lack of real country music.