[Cliff]

My wife, dog, and I were in our golf cart heading to the softball fields at Saddlebrook where we walk our dog around the complex. A car pulled up alongside us and a young man with long black hair leaned out the window and asked for directions to the Savannah Center. We told him exactly how to get there, he thanked us, and sped off because he appeaded to late for something. I told my wife that I bet he was an entertainer, he just looked the part. The next morning I read the daily rag and low and behold, there he was on stage at the Savannah Center playing guitar for Peter. Wonder what would have happened to the show if we had not been able to direct the gentleman to the place where he had to perform.