Hey Mick, if the Michigan Irish Festival had a flower garden and a lily pond, I'm sure you could have made a right mess of them too. The big lad can sop up the poteen (it was a good drop, wasn't it?) like blotting paper, and he was lorryin' the ersatz pints into him like a man with no elbows, and still he could play the guitar, the bodhrán, the bouzouki/mandola hybrid thingy and sing like a lark in the mornin'. All seriousness aside, we had mighty craic at the Festival with the Conklin Ceili Band - my God, Shelly can play that dulcimer and pick the hell outta that old Martin of her dad's - Pat Woods, and everybody else who came by Pete Brown's Office Tent for a song or a tune on Saturday and Sunday. Great jammin' with youse guys. Thanks for the hospitality.

Seamus