Here’s a story, one of two requested by Hans. Occasionally when you’re on stage something will happen where you can hardly maintain your composure. But with great fortitude and courage, you must press on. This is story one.

We were in Lame Duck, Minnesota or somewhere, I forget. Wait, I think that was Blackduck. I don’t know. Make that Kitchi Pines maybe. Anyway, we were in Val Yoder’s church on one of our trips with Paul.

It was a relatively small church as I remember, with a somewhat unusual characteristic. There was a stairway down to the basement in the right front corner of the sanctuary.

A family with small children was sitting on the bench right next to the door of the stairway.

We were doing our part of the program and I stood there happily warbling away. I looked down on about the second bench, where this family was sitting, just in time to see one of the little kids lean forward and BLEEHHH throw up! It had hardly hit the floor and his Mom grabbed him and shot down those stairs. It happened so fast the other guys didn’t see anything!

And I had to stand there and keep singing like I didn’t see it either!

That was not easy, let me tell you.