The musical dream appears to have come true. This project, though, isn’t mine alone.  The Maritime/Toronto contingent came together through fate and several degrees of connection, many of which are listed below with love and inadequate thanks;

To Michael (the Snidmaster) Maxwell - brilliant and generous; Freddie Noah Davis (Duck)-my hilarious foundation, my love forever; Rich (ish ish) Davis - snid/bro’/photographic genius; (Miss) Sarah Maxwell and (Ms.) Laurie Gray - for lending Mike for a song (or eight); Joe (Wordsmith) Guss - snid;  Elaine (Big Voice) Overholt - for the tailor made technique;  Bob (Andy) Morgan - snid.  Just plain wow;  Adrean, Jay and Greg (the Guys) - you made me cry; George (the Instigator) Seara - “this isn’t just a demo”; Steve (Indie) Micheli - for guidance; Shannon (Mc)Sponagle - calming force, clone, talented in all things; Tania (Olive Oil) Morgado - for keeping us running 24/5; Annie (At)Parr and Lainey Heaseman-for clairvoyance/guarding  the numbers; Marlane (the Cheerleader) Oliver - seer; Paulene (Seeks) Paseika -constant and wise; Terry (Taish) Cade - for our childhoods, for your strength, for giving me jazz; Cindy (Brooksie) Brooks - for growing up together; The All Girls – Pappo and Tree, Wasser and Holmes and spouses - through thick and thin; Syb, Daisy, I.J., Beeg, Marcia Anne, Alan, Pidge, Glennie, Deb, Sal, Harry, Dan and Dan - for constant support; To my colleagues and clients - for your encouragement and making the “day job” so fulfilling; And to the rest of my family and friends - hang in there gang. I doubt this is the last surprise.

To Samuel Reuben (Beeper) Davis - My precious,  beloved  guide to the important things in life. You are a daily work of art.