Had a good concert Sunday eve past in Northwest Montana at Big Fork. Small stage in a beautiful little park. Thought it might rain, but turned out to be a lovely soft night.

One of our girl singers forgot her costume, and the concert hostess graciously loaned her one. We sold a few of our home-burnt CD's at the break, and, to make the concert schedule's 9:30 pm ending deadline, cut a few songs from the second set.

Turned around and drove 2 1/2 hours home down "deer alley" in the Swan valley - must have seen a dozen deer peering at us from the edge of the highway. Thought we'd made it through until we got right to the edge of our hometown and a big buck jumped right out in front of us. Barely missed him.

Grabbed my guitar & banjo out of the communal van and hit the pillow about 2:00 pm. Realized I'd left my costume at the van owner's house and went around the next day. Knocked on the front door, and, not thinking, said to the wife (a band mate)"I think I left my clothing here last night." "Oh my god, don't let the neighbors or my husband (also a band mate) hear you," she quickly replied. I haven't blushed like that in 30 years.

Will jam at a party in the mountains near West Yellowstone for the 4th, and a Senior Citizen's dance on the 6th. Music makes the time pass.