I am endeavouring as it were...to put the trip of 47 years worth of one nighters in America,and still going strong.Stronger actually.Tried as hard as I may have I did not break as a national artist,in some ways yes but no but that in itself serves up the story.Interesting to me today to sit and talk with my ex-wife,my comerade-in- arms for so many years of my extensive roadwork,I don't think two people could have become as close to being one person as we did.Which eventually freaked her out."I haven't been your wife for a long time now,I have become you too and it scares me to death Rene because I want to be me,please set me free.It's good to know in this world people that you have a friend,even if it is your ex-wife.And I am sleeping on the sofa not because I am a bad boy but because she is a guest in my home and she is sleeping on the bed.(With my wolf protecting her,so be careful on how you awaken her..)She doesn't know that she is my hero.Yet I must have her objective take on the trip we took.No longer are we the charade of husband and wife,just two dear friends who care for eachother's welfare.I enjoy a modest income from working "The Chittlin' Circuit." And I am proud of what I have done because I never gave up and never gave in.As you become older it is easy to forget the starry-eyed notions of your youth.I had to have more,I had to own the dream.I had to catch it and hold it in my hands