Our community, town, world and planet lost a remarkable woman this week. I'm sure her spirit's still here, alive and kickin', but her body went on. Dusty, was a larger than life fixture in downtown Wilmington for many years. I was fortunate enough to meet her, soon after her arrival here, and began playing piano at "the lounge" where she tended bar and sang with me between drinks. Kelly soon joined in, playing guitar on Wednesdays while I played on Fridays. "The lounge", nestled in the inner belly of the Coast Line Inn, became and remained a really happening little spot formany years, for those fortunate enough to know about it, and it was the force of Dusty that drove the success. It was on one of those nights,early on, that percussionist, Woody Dobson stumbled in. Woody had played country music with Kelly some thirty years prior. They hadn't communicated in years. I also came by to sit in, and the Port City Trio was born. It was as comfortable as an old pair of slippers, and it seemed as if we had all three been playing together forever. It has only gotten more comfortable with time. So, tonight, when the Port City Trio plays at Ted's, which Dusty happened to live in for several years, we will lift up our glasses and the spirit of the muse to that remarkable lady who brought so many people together while cutting her own unique path across ourplanet and our fair city.