Well, it seems that our old dilapidated computer finally rolled over and blew it's cookies... along with it's hard-drive partitions and a few other choice cyber-bits... so I'm a "Guest" till we get that fixed.

Currently on a somewhat less antiquated system a Friend & PC Wonk gadgetted up for us, but it may be a while before we get back up to speed, as some data was lost and registry mucked up a wee bit.

Golly gee, Cuilionn; I do love to listen to folks talk in that auld Scots dialect, and it's even kinda pretty reading it!

About the only Scots Ancestor we can round up is James ADAMS, who came over on the HMS UNITY in 1651, having as a "Loyalist Scot" come out on the losing end of the unpleasantness at Dunbar the year before.

An indentured Servant to the Saugus Iron Works in Mass, he eventually earned his freedom and removed to Salem where he was apparently active is some charitable organization for expatriated Scots.

So there might be some genetic predisposition for my love of the sound of Pipes, and the dialect, and an odd abiding yearning to "go back" to a land I have never seen in my life - and probably never will.

So if I don't get down to Putland Town tomorrow (weather reports are not encouraging) hope to catch up & jam with some of the Celtic Music crowd hereabouts before we gets much older!

Keep us posted, eh?