Okay, we just now getting to the Woody G. We have exhausted our memories of Scots and Irish songs of protest, so the Americans will have to do for now. The neighbors knocked twice, gave up and joined in! My wife has decided to play fiddle this one last time! My drum hand is sore, so I used the excuse of all good drummers, (The Head Is Drying Out....I have an artificial on this drum!) to take a break and check in.

Oh, and we located a really big van...So where is Max' house, and how fragile are the flowers out front? (Snicker)

All I have to do is keep from yelling "Road trip" and I won't wake up in mexico!

Well, if nothing else, this has proven to be a great excuse for a sing along at Mikal's place!

Mikal

P.S. The Led Zepplin drum riffs can really damage the place, by the way. Try playing "Four Sticks" at full volume. You can hear the trees die! Then again, they don't look too well outside right now...