text:  Our family moved to rural Connecticut, where my mother introduced me in conversation with local folks, shad fishermen on the river, witch hazel harvesters in the woods, and the Native American game warden from the Uncas tribe. In teen years, I started hanging out at dance halls where Sicilian bands played Southern soul. Tastes changed toward cream, Jefferson Airplane, The Grateful Dead. Oh, wait, I'm not supposed to be narrating here. Time to answer questions.