David ... Allan wrote me yesterday that you wouldn't be making the trip. I'm terribly disappointed ... I was almost more looking forward to cooking for three hungry men than in playing music with them! So ... I'll make one less homemade buttermilk biscuit, slice one less piece of country ham, throw in one less cup of old coffee for the redeye gravy, and toss one less Gulf shrimp on the grill ... Oh, Hell! ... We'll just set your place anyway and toast you with a glass of fresh sqoze Florida OJ or Muscadine Wine. My dad will be disappointed, though, first thing he asked when I said y'll were coming down for a visit was "Can any of those boys drive a bush hog?" Perhaps, when I have time to make a trip to Charlottesville to do some harmonizing with Allan, we'll have an opportunity to get together ... Jenny