Now of course not everyone gets the full "welcome wagon" treatment upon hitch-hiking into our little cyber-town, but I just couldn't resist acknowleging two "noms des plumes" like mcmoo, and knock-knee'd one!
I believe our two new residents are of Scotish and Irish habitation, so I'd better warn you that some of us are such creatures of American TV influence (even we Canadians)that occasionally our references will make no sense at all. Catspaw, for example hasn't made sense since April 24 1968. It's a good town though. Kind of like Thornton Wilder on acid. We've got loud folk, and quiet folk. Long-winded folk, and ...well, longer-winded folk! A few months ago I alluded to Mudcat being like a Nudist Colony where you start talking to folks about your shared interest (folk music), you get to like them, but you can't see their "uniform" so all those pre-conceived apprehensions just aren't there. Before you know it you're part of group where academics are sharing with labourers, hippies with Viet Nam vets, hard-line conservatives with liberal-radicals. That just doesn't happen very often where I come from. By the time you get to see the uniforms it's too late to be wary - you'll just see the person inside - and you'll probably like a lot of what you see.
"Knock" came in on "James Taylor" and "mcmoo" on "Guitar tuners", and I hope to see both of you around our little town for a while.
Rick