The Mudcat phenomenon of meeting old friends you just haven't bumped into yet, showed itself yesterday when Barry Finn walked into our house. As those of you who've met him know, he's a hell of guy with warmth, humor and talent a plenty. p.j., Barry and I finished the evening sitting around the dining room table swapping songs and stories. It doesn't get a lot better. I'm stuck working overtime so I'll miss Barry, Chanteyranger, RiGGy, Winter's Wages, Melani, and the rest at the San Francisco Maritime Museum National Historical Park tomorrow (where Barry's leading a workshop), but I hope to get in another song or two before he leaves. He's a great guy, the Mudcat's a great place.

E.S.