Well, that may be a bit of a stretch, but some years back when I was there one of the local employees living in the trailers just east of the parking lot had a little washboard and gut-bucket band. He wasn't hard to find (just ask around) and the enticement of suitable libation (a fifth of Rebel Yell would be fine) led to an invitation to come to the trailers and enjoy an evening of the finest swamp-rat music Flamingo has to offer. Of course, it's possible that the place has been subsequently yuppified, and the trailers taken away and the locals all gussied up, but maybe this little piece of genyuwine Amurricana still exists....... Happy hunting, David Strother Bethesda, Maryland dstrother@pop.dn.net