I hope I had a good time last night. I don't remember any of it. I hope Bill D. Rick and I kept decent time for Alison. I do notice I have my 12 string back. I don't know how. My apologies to Rick and Mick, both of whom were accused of possession. I'm just so happy to have it back.

I thought I was at a sing with my friends here. A strange night. Usually these things start around 4 PM. I had to work so I didn't get there until 5 PM. No one there but Will, the host. After an hour of chat, I broke out my 6 string and played a few songs. One was that Civil War one I asked about a month or so ago. Will liked it. Laura showed up about 7:30 and we sang a few.

Then Randy and Sandy and their two kids came in. I hadn't seen them in a year. It is amazing to watch children grow up from a distance. They are young adults now, no longer just kids.

We moved outside after Will built a campfire and sang some more. A few people seemed to just ghost in and ghost out. About 11 PM it was time for me to call it quits. Fingers were sore and I was half asleep and I had a 30 mile drive ahead of me.

A pleasant, easy evening.

I just hope I played in tune at the Mudcat Tavern. I like the place and I was hoping LEJ would ask me back again (with perhaps a little more notice). I guess I was virtually in tune which should be close enough for folk music.

Roger in Baltimore