I forgot to mention a very significant part of my Buckeye experience, and that was meeting, playing, and hanging out with Alec Drachman . . . Sorry there Alec.
The very last thing I did (very) late Saturday night was to jam with Alec and a guitarist on a D-jump blues. It was a screaming jam, at which I remember jumping up and down as I was soloing (which doesn't happen much with me-I'm usually pretty still), and I think someone (Mike Easton) snapped a photo. Thanks for the great time and cool chops Alec!!!