Ahem...

I don't know who wrote that. I don't think I know that person...

...anyway, Brett left about ten minutes ago, and he said he thinks he should be arriving at the sitting pool in about five hours. But it could be five hours give or take one or two hours.

It was wonderful meeting Brett face to face, and he's a hell of a singer (and an even better story teller, in my opinion). He sang a beautiful song a capella, and he really belted it out. The neighbors thought he was beating on me and they called the cops. We smoothed it out with a little bribe and he only had to spend about an hour in the town jail. He struck up a nice conversation with the female guard who seemed quite smitten. I think he's leaving at least one broken heart behind here in Shepherdstown. Such is life.

Susan, thank you for the invitation. Regretably, I won't be able to make it because my son is coming to visit me later today. It will be my last visit with him before he heads off to college. Another time, perhaps.

Have fun with the little gathering, I know Brett is really looking forward to his visit with those of you up there in Pennsylvania.