My dear wife P.J. made her debut as a folksinger last weekend in Berkeley, California. She's only been around folk music since we married two years ago, and has only been playing it for about a year. With her usual single minded determination and discipline she is turning herself into a singer. Three or four months ago when she posted to threads about finding one's voice, she had just begun voice lessons. On Sunday, with nerves of steel and the voice of an angel, she stood up, accompanied herself on the bodhran and sang The Farmer's Cursed Wife. Mind you, first public song, big dogs at the session, lots of folks in the audience. She sounded great, the crowd loved it. I'm as pleased as can be for her. She's off and running. I hope I can keep up. D.