Not much of a story, but I was mistaken for Stan at the Winnipeg Folk Festival in the ’80s. Or late ’70s . . . I don’t remember. I was just an audience member—and somewhat younger than Stan. The person seemed to have been an organiser of the fest, if not Garnet. The odd thing was that I was also mistaken for one of the Good Brothers by another Good Brother at that same festival. I guess I look like Everymusician. Then, I didn’t play on any stage; now I do on occasion. Were Stan and Larry the reason? Or were they why I went further into baldness? You be the judge.