Where you been, brother??? I saw the Patons earlier this year and Caroline wondered how you were doing.

I know the feeling of that moment. I was singing at a Home For The Blind, and this one lady, so beautiful in her old age that one had to just wonder why so many young folks can't see that beauty is made up of physical looks and wisdom and an interesting life, just was getting lost in the music. Much like you, I had to speak to her. In conversation she told me of her life with her husband, a Dutchman. So I grabbed the 12 string and sang The Dutchman to this rare beauty. As I sang the place names, she would nod her head and tears rose in her eyes. When I was done, she rose, kissed my cheek and left.

I have never been paid in such currency, nor so well. I will never forget the moment.

Stick around, we miss you when you are not here.

All the best,

Mick