********************************************************************************* I some times get unstuck in time. I am generally about the same age, 14 or there about. But the year changes, some times I am a” Run And Get IT”, in a logging camp back in the early 1800s. Other times I find my self cooking on a cattle drive in 1867. Playing in an old phosphate pit in the late 1960 or building a motorcycle out of a bicycle and almost burning down the house in 1968. If I don’t know what year it is, it is difficult for me to tell you where to find me on stage. However:
If the glue hold and I stick to the present time you may find me here: ******************************************************************************** I am out there some place: a camp fire here, a picking party there.  No plan just drifting with the tide, pushed by the wind and slapped by the waves. . See you at the Florida Folk Festival the end of May	.