Damn, sorry, the machine is still giving me fits.
This morning, James Joseph McLeod, father, shanechie, and teacher passed from this world and joined the army of St. Michael. His fiddle is to be given to the first child in our family that shows promise in playing.
He will be cremated and his ashes buried in secret, as he requested. I will bury them this next Sunday in the hills of North Missouri, where he hunted and played. Joe had no sons, and I was his surrogate.
For this reason, I will be absent from the 'cat for a while again.
Thank you for your prayers.
Mikal