Steve, best of luck. I'm sorry that I won't be at your Woody Guthrie tribute concert this year. You know that I've left the banks of the Hudson River behind for the beautiful shores of Lake Ontario. I'm living with you-know-who, and if I can convince her to brave the August heat, we'll both be down to Brooklyn to see your festival this summer.

Until then, give my fondest regards to Larry if you see him. He's a darn good musician and songwriter, but he shouldn't be so intense. It will give him an early heart attack.

And speaking of heart attacks, you my friend, could stand to lose 50 or 60 pounds. Love handles are one thing, but you have just become too damn sedentary. Where's the boy hiked the Appalachian Trail from Sherburne Pass down to Clarendon Gorge with a Martin slung across his back? Did you think I didn't remember? Maybe losing your job will give you the opportunity to get back into the shape you were.