Again we woke with the sun. The time between breakfast and the last 
workshop was spent making last minute purchases and settling accounts at 
the store - Vanessa (Jorma, you lucky dog!) kept a running tab. I 
actually found some Hot Tuna guitar picks in amongst all the Fur Peace 
Ranch picks and grabbed them up. We also began the process of exchanging 
phone numbers, addresses, and edresses. 
 At the last workshop, Jack showed us his bass lines to "Somebody to 
Love", quite interesting because he conceived of the whole song as a 
single moving line, never resting on a chord center, but constantly 
sailing along under the song from start to finish. Then came a general 
review, and the one-on-one work I spoke of earlier.
 Just before lunch (again we ran overtime!) we had a group photo of our 
class with Jack, and he autographed our basses (I now have a Jack Casady 
*Double* Signature bass!) and gave us his edress and mailing address.
 After lunch we loaded our gear back up from the studio to the workshop 
(Jack and Jorma are excellent roadies) and got ready for the Performance 
Workshop. First, however, we had an autograph and photo session for the 
whole camp. In addition to autographing my bass, Jack also autographed 
his workshop notes for me, and he and Jorma and Mike all autographed my 
Fur Peace student booklet. Some guys were lined up to have them sign 
everything they could get their hands on - stacks of records from JATO 
to HTLIJ - a little extreme, I thought, but J,J&M were obviously used to 
it all, and handled it all very gracefully. After the camp group photo, 
some folks asked for individual photos with one or another of the 
instructors. I was waiting for my turn with Jack when Jorma called out 
"All Wilson High Alumni get up here! This picture is for the Wilson 
grads!", so I got my picture taken with Jack and Jorma as the "Fur Peace 
Ranch Ad-Hoc Chapter of the Woodrow Wilson High School Alumni 
Association."
 When the last pic was snapped, we all trooped inside and got out our 
gear. The performance commenced with Jorma, Jack, and Mike doing one of 
Mike's songs (which I didn't recognize). Jorma played a lap-steel on it, 
and Mike sang. Then came the jamming. Nobody was forced to perform; 
those of us who did were helped out occasionally by Jorma on guitar. I 
must tell you that opening for Hot Tuna has been a fantasy of mine for 
some time; I can truthfully say now that Hot Tuna opened for me!! As the 
jamming ended and we were packing up our gear for the last time, I 
thought to myself "Let's see, I've played with Jack during the 
workshops, I've jammed with Mike on the porch, and I've jammed with 
Jorma at the performance workshop; okay, I can die a happy man now....!"
 After dinner came departure time. My gear was all loaded into my car, I 
exchanged last-minute info with others, shook hands with Jack, Jorma, 
and Mike, got hugs from Vanessa (Jorma, you lucky dog!) and Ginger, and 
rolled out of the lot for the 6 1/2 hour drive home. I don't think my 
butt touched the seat all the way home; I was that high from the 
weekend.
 I still find it hard to believe that I was actually there, actually 
talking, playing, eating, and just hanging out with Jack, Jorma, and 
Mike. I really think that, next to watching my kids being born, this was 
one of the greatest events of my life. If you play guitar or bass go to 
Fur Peace! If you don't, you got till next Summer to get a guitar, learn 
3 chords, and go! They'll take it from there!!

       John