Yes, yes, yes, we had great time at Miss Mary's house. The lobsters were delicious as steamed by Squire Morse himself. Corn on the cob, potato salad, maacaroni salad, cole slaw, tremendous dinner. Great music after. Kendall got off a few crackerjacks and told some bald face lies (as he says: "Nobody comes to me for the truth").

Jacqui c and Mary sang some lovely songs, including a parody to Momma Tried that would have made Merle Haggard laugh.

Barry Finn sang a song of his about man's sorrow in prison that was startlingly good among many.

Susette and I had a grand time and were only sorry we had to miss the brunch. Thanks to Kendall for letting me borrow his Taylor, and especially to Mary for putting us up.

We're back home safe and sound with good memories of Maine. Tom Bazzolo's guitars are excellent. More on that later.
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