Last night I lay on my back looking at the stars in the Ontario sky. Each time I found a bright star to look at I discovered it moving across the sky. Probably a plane I thought and then would focus on a different part of the sky and there again was a moving light in the heavens.

Moving lights in the heavens....that is what I think we performers must be to most people. We descend on a town and entertain them for a weekend and drift off into the fabric of the land only to touch down somewhere else. It is an interesting theory of the life that I lead. Touch down, sing a song, take off and land somewhere else. I can live with that.