When I met Keith Copeland in 1993 he was the "world champion" of traveling. Teaching. Playing. Recording. Taking care of Big Mommy and his Mother who were both old or sick. Frankfurt Cologne Mannheim. New York and the Rest of the World where ever the music or his family called him. He was constantly running to trains and planes. I never really missed him because we talked on the phone every day - no cell phones then - and when he came home it was like he's never been away. I miss you Schatzi