My high school music teacher, John Sutte, died on Christmas Day 2007. John's music classes were creative laboratories for aspiring performers. We spent every class hour jamming in classrooms and hallways, learning to play with other musicians and sharpening our own skills. John helped us put on concerts at the school and produced an LP featuring several of his students in 1975. On a personal note, he slipped me albums from his own collection that helped expand my musical ear (he very carefully warned me not to tell anyone who had loaned me the Mothers of Invention album!). The experience I got as a performer with John's guidance set me well on the way to who I am today. Sadly, I was not able to share with John the fruits of the seeds he planted so long ago. He suffered a catastrophic stroke over 20 years ago, and was confined to a nursing home for the rest of his life. I lost track of his whereabouts, and I regret not being able to keep in touch with him over the years. He was an inspiring teacher with a wacky sense of humor and a genuine love of music, and he shared those things with the lucky ones who were able to be his students. I salute his life and his work. Good night, Mr. Sutte. Jym