As I used to do from time to time, I thought I'd copy/paste my comments from Facebook after I read this sad news. Reminded now of that old Rod McKuen tune done to perfection by the NBJ trio, "Rusting In The Rain" -

"And we've all grown older, come see where we have beem -
Out here, rusting in the rain..."

And here, me from Facebook:

'It is with an almost inexpressible sadness that I must relate the passing last night in San Diego of my great friend, boon companion, and co-conspirator in musical hi-jinks Mikey Burns (left in the photo). Mikey and I met for seventeen summers at the Kingston Trio music gathering in Scottsdale, Arizona, and I motored down to Mikey's SD home to visit with him on two or three occasions.

Mikey was a proud veteran and a gentle soul, and with his buddy Mike Askins of South Carolina opened their suite at the Scottsdale Plaza hotel to all comers. Everyone was welcome, the more so if you had a musical instrument to play with him, and if you dropped by you'd find a limitless supply of brews, other beverages, and a mysteriously never-ending conglomeration of snacks.

Best of all, you'd find Mikey and Mike, both of whom out-hospitalied even our official hospitality suite at the event - they were always open, always welcoming, always ready for music and conversation.

I think I may have heard Mikey's epitaph sixty and more years ago in the lyrics of an old Irish folk song called "The Bard of Armagh":

"(The memories) bring sweet reflection, as ev'ry young joy should...
For merry-hearted boys make the best old old men."

If that is so, then Mikey must have had a splendid childhood, because he was indeed and in fact the best of old men." '