Well, I'm pretty late getting into this post-Mudgather discussion.

I got back to Indianapolis yesterday at 4:45 (having been held up by the necessity of a nap at a rest stop along the way). Then my Beautiful wife had SOME claim on my time last evening, and I'm just catching up on my computerism.

The weekend was FAR better than I'd dreamed. And in the company of such great people, too! Simpatico squared! I was so pleased to meet and put a face to the names I've known, it seems, forever. And boy, we ate GOOD! (I know, I know, that's not grammatical, but it communicates the sentiment better than "We ate well.") My compliments to the chefs!

Such a wonderful parade of songs. I hope I cause no-one jealousy by saying that I single out Rita's rendition of "Sheath and Knife". As I told several people, it gave me chills up and down my spine. That's not hyperbole, either; it's literal.

SOME of the songs I sang were:
The Lonely Willow Tree
The Swapping Song
Hobo Bill
Eggs and Marrowbone
The Grey Mare
Blow the Man Down
Sweet Little Window
So Long, It's Been Good to Know Ya
Three Jolly Rogues of Lynn
Ratcatcher's Daughter
Peggy Bawn (no aprons thrown over her in this song; it's another song entirely)
Beans, Bacon & Gravy
Billy the Kid
John Thurman
Bird in a Gilded Cage
Zebra Dun
Great American Bum
Frozen Logger
Hi Ro Jerum
Sing Anything
Wanna Get to Heaven
The Nightingale
The Undertaker
Kansas Boys
and on and on and on. Just when I thought I'd run out, someone would sing one that brought another to mind. And of course as soon as I drove away I started thinking of songs that I wished I'd sung.

Susan, I don't need the printouts of those songs. Keep or throw them; makes me no nevermind.

Wow, what a weekend!

Dave Oesterreich