Here are Dave, Wibur and myself at the Yacht club after Dave had spent some time in hospital and I had spent a great deal of time with the flu. Third gig in a row, and we are suffering. My throat was like a barren desert in which I found it difficult to blow a note out of. However, it was all for a good cause and we managed to get Dave over the weekend without suffering too much. Bless his cotton socks!
