Wednesday while leading a sort of singalong at a Dover retirement home, I crooned an old chestnut "For the Good Times," and really schmaltzed it up . And I thought--s***--I sound good, in corny way. So Friday night on the last set I sort of apologized: "I played this at the retirement home and gosh I like this song so Im' sorry here goes" and EVERYBODY SANG ALONG! So I followed with a bunch of old Hank Williams, and I'm invited back in July!--learn something new everyday! NOTE: at the retirement home I was the youngest, at Matilda's probably the oldest--what fun.