I returned to California 40 years ago today on Greyhound Bus number 1849. I had been living in Toronto since 1972. The bus arrived in Bakersfield in the cool hours of morning for an hour layover. In the station there I had a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. Stretching my legs a bit, I walked around downtown wondering why anybody would want to live in Bakersfield when Los Angeles, where everything was happening, was only an hour or two away. Los Angles was in fact my final destination. There, Phil Kemp and Pat Meehan were waiting for me as was one of the happiest periods of my musical life.