Well, what if I were a false man?  Would you still meet me, would you still greet me, when I come to your door?  Just kidding! That's a take-off from the Paul McCartney song. But anyway, I assume you are D.R.  You know my name, and I am in the phone book.  I would be happy to talk to you, er, Mr Blues, but let's touch base by phone first.  I can't speak for others posting here, I haven't met them yet, and I will tell you, I'm a free agent.  Look me up, you can google me.  Give me a call, I won't bite anyone's head off, unless I'm in a bad mood.  Tell you what, let's meet at King Estate, have a glass or two of wine, maybe an appetizer.

So, give me a call, I'll talk.