Rick,

Yeah, I was at that horse farm Celtic Continuum. If my memory serves at all, that was the one where Scott from the Celtic Offspring and I were the only patrons at the beer tent for an entire evening, other than a couple of volunteers with nothing to do but drink. I slept on the floor of my van and in the morning wondered if death would be more merciful than my hangover. Were you there with your luthier friend (oh geez I forget his name again, built for Emmylou, Burks Falls or somewhere, nice work...)?

Mooh.