Yes fellow 'Catters, today is the day! Since Sunday Morning I have been longing for Tonight. The ship has come in, loaded with Rye whiskey and biscuits for all. I'm sure I'm not alone and we are in union in saying a prayer and perhaps singing a Carol together for the lifeline of Mudcat to flow gently down the river of Real Player audio. The wall of silence has been lifted by the can do job of the Keeper of this nuthouse and his salty dog sidekick. Across the land, Maine to Alabama, or going to the west, Houston, and around the world a new Mudcat heritage will break the shroud of the foggy dew. So Here's to you Rounders, Max, Bert, and crew.....Grab that throttle like Casey Jones and head on down the road. Like Michael in his boat, trust your judgement and make shore safely. Beware of trouble and maintain the heart of a lion as you leave of websites in the dust once again. Sally forth to meet whatever you may find. I suggest you interview both Sandy and Caroline and open the show with a composite song such as "Black is the Color of Mother's Moose Turd Pie with a Hog Eye on Top." If my line is bad or net congestion intercedes, I will have the blues and be singing sad ballads.

Well I'll wish you the best and personally hope that I get the high percentage of green clickies I was awkwardly attempting to string together. BTW, if your Moose Turd Pie IS black, you're probably feeding your moose too much iron.

Seriously......All the Best guys!!!! Cleigh and I and Karen and the rest of the family will be crowded 'round the old computer (updated 30's kinda' thing ain't it?) and listening for the latest. Cletus, Paw, Buford and the Reg boys went to a "Whiz-In" sponsored by Iron City beer and hopefully they won't be back tonight.

Thanks for your hard work Max and crew!

Spaw