I didn't think this would remain a secret for long. Yes, Mrs. Big RiB and I attended. We worried all morning about the weather. However, it never did rain that afternoon. Since it threatened all day, Anna and Glenn's party had the beach to themselves. Later some took advantage of that to go "skinny dipping."

Anna and Glenn were as handsome as any wedding couple can be. Jeri didn't mention Glenn's black and white shoes, just enough craziness to offset the proper white tux. The party included performances by Bert and myself. We had signigicant trouble with the sound man (perhaps hewasn't too sound that night). He placed the mikes in front of the speakers for the PA and wondered why he got so much feedback.

We Mudcatters crept downstairs to play some music. Some guy named Max played some blues for us. We drew an audience from upstairs as well.

Anna, I didn't know I missed the Electric Slide. Damn! Well, ya just can't do anything.

Sunday Anna and Glenn put on a barbecue. The weather was not as nice, very damp and dreary. Anna and Glenn moved into their new digs three days before the party. Have these people no sanity!

Oh, but the house. It is located further up the river, but it has fantastic view with a far reach. Sitting in the living room or on the deck, you are so close to the water if feels like you're on board a boat. If we're lucky, Anna will squeeze in a party before winter sets in.

It was another chance to get to know some Mudcatter's on a more personal basis. Jeri, Max, Max's friend, Bert and his wife, and Anna and Glenn. And Glenn's brother is an "old folkie." He has this Martin that has clearly been a war horse. It is no museum model. The fretboard is gullied, it has cracks galore, and it's even held together by duct tape on the back. Still sounds great, but C.F.Martin must be rolling in his grave. To me, there is an attraction to a guitar that has been "loved nearly to death", perhaps because I own one.

Roger in Baltimore