We were happy to visit with Kendall for a short time tonight, Rap and Mick. He made the trip to Sinsull's house where we were gathering for Deb Cowan's house concert, though he wasn't feeling well enough to stay for the music. I can tell you there is no chicken in the Kendall; nor beef stew, strawberries, cheesecake, wine, or whine...lots of quality though. He's elegant, that one.

Kendall, sir: I went ahead and sang the new one I tried out on you and Jacqui the other day. Nobody fainted so I guess it wasn't too bad.

Goodnight,

maeve