"Duh!", indeed, Plaid One. Those pinched nerves in my back had me wondering if I was headed to "a home" prematurely, 'cause I don't think Mrs. Dog was gonna put up with me much longer. (Thank God the surgery went well and I'm walking more normal every day.) Last "home" I visited much, when the MIL was recovering from her last drive, they had a very talented resident pianist who could play anything from blues, to rock, to broadway and opera. I was thinking I'd move in to that place and take my smallest combo for daily jams! Yep, we boomers aren't gonna have to wait for "rock 'n roll heaven", because our "old folks homes" will have a hell of a band! Band!! BAND!!!