oh you guys can call me what you will, but Mustard Gas was a terrible thing, and I'd hate to be associated with it.
How about the ambassador of perseverance? I'm thinking of writing a memoir, called: 44 years on the road.
I actually did that. Davie and I got started in 1975. We were still touring in 2018 and I retired in 2019
not because my perseverance failed, but because my new career was to be caregiver for my Cindy,
and I persevered with that for a year and a half until she passed and that career ended too.
All those years gigging with the same pardner counts for something, IMHO. Only a few other
groups can point to perseverance of that caliber. Especially in the absence of wealth and fame.
Perseverance in the absence of rich rewards might be considered OCD, or fanaticism or blind faith
or other vices. But we regard our career as a success. We did get paid, and we were able to make
all our recordings pay for themselves, and I have some change left over yet, so we weren't totally
unrewarded. I have no regrets. But I never poisoned anybody.

Look at these guys... each of them looking through time and saying
"Man, you look ridiculous!"
Youth laughs at age, and vicey versey...