Martina McBride wasn't sure why her husband John needed to be in the picture with us, since she did all the singing and I paid for the party (back in my "corporate" days at HP when the budgets were bursting at the seams). Maybe he didn't feel safe leaving her alone with a dork from San Diego dressed up like a cowboy wannabe. But rest assured, that is John's hand on her, not mine. It was such a great priviledge to have her sing for such a small group during our sales meeting in March 1997 at the Grand Ole Opry, even if my international guests didn't quite appreciate how cool this was. Dan Goese