Thanks
To Barb & Dick Bressler, the music sages of my childhood. To Mike Yoder and every familiar face Sarah and I knew at My House Café. To Andy for leading the way. To my best friend Laura, my fishface brother Tom, and -need I say- mom and dad. To Grammy McCord and to Gram and Grandfather McSween for all your love and encouragement. To Aunt Betsy too.

To my teachers. Of music: David Jennings, Billy Cutter and Dr. William Payne, Kathleen Osborn, Cyril Stratansky and the Susquehanna University Choir, and Lynn Kerr. Of life: Kay Wagner, Ted Barbour, Paul E. Klingensmith, Dr. Lawerence Roth and Mark Mahosky. To Tom and Deb Bowers and First Youth Ministries for keeping me off the streets of Lewisburg and in the Cave at First Presby, and for love and lessons.

To Eagles Mere, Bob, Andy Shaw, LaCassa de Pizza, Eileen, Quebec, Brandy and Susan, Randy and Mike and the agony gang, spring, summer, fall, winter, Route 80, the State of New Jersey, birthdays, the Kingston Trio, a liberal arts education, boys and nonsense, Ben Koch, NPR, Ross, trans-Atlantic travel, the Whitings at Bowpit Farm, the Oxford Tube, friends of the best kind (you know who you are), Hosea, Zephaniah, and the Gospel.

Special Thanks
To Walt Lindberg, great musician and friend, who also thanks Zephaniah and the Gospel.

To anyone not mentioned by name, thanks.
No thanks to Yvette, Hideke, Cat and Vicky.