Been a long, long time, Gar. I was looking through some guitar ads on CL and for some reason, you crossed my mind. Thought I'd see how you were doing and found this. Always thought I'd run into you again someday. Sitting up all night, playing. Your mom fixing me, you and Wayne coffee and toast with white gravy. That night singing and playing at the barn over Montour. Sounded like nature's own echoplex, with the world stretched out below. Thanks for rekindling my interest in music. Thanks for all the good times. To Kenny, Wayne, Steve and Mary, my deepest, heartfelt sympathy. Goodbye old friend.