Wey-ell, y'all...kicks self, I'm back in the Ottawa Valley and must revert to proper second person plural (informal) which of course is "youse" and that, eh.

I just got home half an hour ago, 4 a.m. Had a nice smooth trip (for which I almost feel guilty) and was far enough ahead of schedule that I got a motel room in Kingston and got a few hours sleep before my train-station rendezvous with Emily / Agent Teacup, so we had fun the rest of the way home comparing our weekends (she was at the big bluegrass fest in Louisville, and a lot of people including Hazel Dickens signed her pants, commenting that everyone does autograph collections this way in Japan). We are looking forward to getting the lyrics to some new-to-us morbid train songs like "Please Mr Conductor (don't put me off the train)" and "His Mother Is Dead In the Baggage Coach Ahead" so we can work them into our act...

Oh, I really had a great time at the Getaway, seeing old, middling and brand new friends, putting faces to many long-time Catters--even Max, and Joe, and hi there Mick, Rick, Jeri, Heather, Carol & Rob, Annie, Janie, Kendall, Morticia!!! (you slay me, by the way), Mary, Bill D, Ferrara--thanks for all the hard work of making it happen, Tinker, Gutbucketeer and all the rest, I knew I shouldn't have started a list. It was a lot of fun having a noticeable Canadian contingent (regiment)?, Edmund and Charmion are taking the long way home so will no doubt check in later.

But me, I gotta go get some sleep now. I didn't get a lot since I left home on Friday.

I stopped this afternoon long enough to walk a couple of miles on the Appalachian Trail. That was a nice break.

Love to all

Willie-O