on the road after playing the Monterey Jazz Fest in ’78. Had a letdown in Vancouver where the club figured we should have a belly dancer open for us. Then a cancellation of a gig with Gary Burton in Lawrence, KS (which they didn’t tell us about until we got there) led us to find a gig opening for a creep in a coffee shop singing to a pumpkin. We stayed at the Jayhawk Motel and they stole MY towels.