We lost touch. We are Mariposa Folk Festival friends and did a couple of memorable road trips together, for a couple of weeks to Mexico City to stay with some of my good friends who live there and Chicago for a weekend for some blues. Crossing the border into the U.S.A. the border guard did not believe I was a Canadian Immigration Officer because of my shoulder length hair. He got a little hot under the collar with me before asking Don what he did. Don replied calmly "I'm an archivist" but the officer must have misheard "anarchist" and began screaming "You're a what? You're a what?"