Dear, Miss Sinsull,

Most kind and yet courteous of you to let us come to your house and sing some songs. We're hoping to see Miss Jacqui and Master Finn and all the the northern 'cats in their native environs.

Tell Captain Morse, to please speak to the those Maine weather frogs about whistling up some southern breezes. Ya'll know I'm a delicate sort and rarely transverse the Mason-Dixon Line.

We're also visiting Tom and Johanna Bazzolo of Bazzolo Guitars up in Sullivan, Maine, which is apparently dangerously close to a foreign country, but terribly beautiful classical and steel string fingerstyle guitars are built there.

Can't wait to sing a song with folks.
chance