Dear friends, this is starting to snowball! Now Thom Bresh, Merle Travis' son, locked-on! He likes it!

Is there a larger hat size than a ten-gallon sombrero? This one is becoming like a tourniquet around my forehead! I'm rapidly becoming "A legend in my own mind!"

I've proved, conclusively, that it's impossible to give love away without getting back tenfold. If so, that brands me the most selfish, self-serving bent, old, flatulent Irishman on the planet.

Interrogatory: At what point do I embarrass professional, well-known guitarists by saying: "Haha, chuckle, snicker (or Canadian equivalent) I fooled you, that's just a software program by my Canadian friend, Dr Peter Gannon, et al!" Nothing I hate more than neutering!

Seriously, thanks again, Peter, and your wonderful accomplices.