thanks, Mary -- I wish we could all be there, too. I deeply enjoyed the rounds group at Frolics last March.

Since it is still (just barely) my birthday where I am, I'll close with:

The fire is out, the moon is down

The parting glass is dry and done;

And I must go and leave this town

Before the rising of the sun.

Long the road and far the mile

Before I rest my soul again,

With those who weep and those who smile

And all the weary ways of men.

(first    half of "Parting Glass," by Judy B. Goodenough)