Door flies open and the big fella strolls in............Hello folks, sorry I been away, on vacation this week and next and I am day tripping and doing all kinds of stuff. bbc, me love, could I get an order of be bim bop (korean version of mulligan stew) and a jar of Uncle Arthur's finest???? And start the second one as soon as you deliver the first.........it has to have time to boil, don't ya know?.........What??..........I have six little girls in the house driving me nuts, just got done with a bonfire and s'mores and me singing and playing the Baby Taylor...........Yes, the little urchins made me sing The *^&%$#@#^&*^&%% Unicorn Song.......Love those girls, but I hate it when they make me sing that damn song.......Huh, Blessings Barbara???........Oh, yeah, the Baby Taylor is fine. My luthier at Elderly, one Scott Gierman, glued her back together for a lousy $24.00 as good as new...............And haven't I had a helluva night and day......Started out last night at The Fenian Pub in Conklin, MI.......Huh????????.......that is the question isn't it?........Where the hell is Conklin, MI???.....Well, you just drive North and west out of Grand Rapids until you see the Grain Elevator and there you are. Three streets, a grain elevator, general store and the Fenians Pub.........Who was playing?.......Sit down folks, but the Black Family came in and wasn't Francis Black in fine voice? And Shay, Martin and Michael as well. Today the five of us paid a call to Elderly Instruments and played about every instrument in the joint. Fiddles, Lowdens, Octave Mandolins, bodhrans, low whistles......and the lads bought about 15 CD's.............I gotta tell ya, these are fine people, and what talent..........Hey Dan Milner, they are headed your way. They are at The Ark tonight, then to Virgina, then Long Island. Francis has a gig at the Lincoln Center with Doc Watson...........Been a good day....now I got to get back to these 7 year old women, I don't know if I will survive this.......One song before I go??.......OK........

Where, oh where is our James Connolly?
Where, oh where is that gallant man?
He's gone to organize the Union,
That working men, they might yet be free.

Then who, oh who, will lead the van
Then who, then who, will lead the van?
Who, but our James Connolly,
The hero of the working man

Who will carry high the burning flag?
Who will carry high the burning flag?
Who but our James Connolly
Will carry high the burning flag.

Oh they carried him, up to the jail
Oh they carried him up to the jail
And they shot him down on a bright May morning
And quickly laid him in his gore