Well, the first concert of the tour is done. What a night! Disaster followed by a triumphant victory. Those who didn't make it to the concert will be sorry they missed it and they'll know it because those were there will be talking about it for a week.

Jeri commented on the crowd being reserved. Can't help that, most of them are from Maine and a little reserved in everything they do. Kendall can speak to that. All I know is they were effusive in their gratitude to me for bringing the guys out.

We started the evening with supper. I made spaghetti with garlic bread. Bat Goddess and Guest Winterbright (one of the many good guests) came to join us. Jeri was also supposed to join us but she never arrived. She later said something about getting lost and not being able to find Bath. Little did I realize that her failure to arrive was the harbinger of greater disaster looming on the horizon.

Bat Goddess and Winterbright headed in to the church while I rounded up the rest of the gang and loaded the car. We had to stop off at a friend's house, a caterer, to pick up the goodies for the refreshment table. My timing was off so we arrived at the church a little late. People had started to arrive.

But the worst part of the evening was just beginning. The common room for the Unitarian Church is in the basement. Our weather in Brunswick yesterday included the heaviest rain we've had in months.

When we got to the room we found Bat Goddess and Winterbright madly fighting a flood with mops and squeegees. All the carefully positioned chairs had been pushed aside, the sound system was in danger, the wall hanging on the left side of the stage was soaked and had been raised so you could see the junk it usually hides, and wires were up off the floor and hanging from mike stands and chairs. And right behind me were the paying guests.

We fought the flood. Ian and Sam and Charley Noble helped out with the mops and squeegees and Dahlin and I moved the sound system to the other side of the room. Somehow we brought order out of chaos and only started a few minutes late.

And the boys were brilliant. Everything Jeri says is true. Those two boys might be young but it doesn't show in their music. They display an understanding of the music that shines when they pick up their instruments. Through the evening people kept thanking me for bringing them to Maine. It was an evening few of us, the boys, the audience, and my volunteers will ever forget. And then, at the end of the evening, the final disaster. Jeri had brought a cheesecake for our desert. But at the end of the evening she decided to head for home rather than join us at my house. And she forgot to leave the cheesecake!

What a night! It was unforgettable for both our triumphant victory over the various disasters and for the wonderful sound of Sable, Pirt, and Stephenson.