Well, the lads arrived safe and sound about 1:45 this morning and we sat and talked for an hour before we shuffled off to bed. Bright and early, Allan was up looking for a coffee pot. The lad beat me out of the sack and the coffee was waiting. We sat and played pennywhistles, and a little guitar. I sang "Along the Famine Road" for him. This is the song that Ed Trickett gave me at the Getaway. That was the last time that I had seen Allan so I thought it a propos. Bill got up and introduced me to the joys of Yorkshire tea (marvelous stuff). Allan says it is black, but not vile. Bill then gave me a primer of Morris Dancing and played the squeeze box while my 8 year old demonstrated her step dancing skills. We are off for a bit of food, then Bill and Allan are going to ride along as I spread a little union around W. Michigan. There is a session tonight and Elderly Instruments tomorrow with a boat ride around Gun Lake tucked in there somewhere. Then it is off to Toronto with these lovely gents. Cherish them well, my dear friends. They are a treasure.

Big Mick