Okay, folks, I'm gonna have to 'fess up to afew things here...

First, I somehow had Tinker and Sinsull as gettin' married at the Getaway which, fir most everyone else but this poor ol' hillbilly, was rediculous. Then I thought that Kendall and Jacqui were going to get amrried at the Getaway which again was wrong as they were allready married. See how fun lexdexia can be?

Well, okay. Let me say that fir someone who has such Mudact powers as to make entire thoughts disappear, Max is okay in my book. Yeah, he may be a youngin' but a youngin' way beyond his years. He also plays some fine acoustic blues. Nice to know ya an' I don't really give a danged about having no eraser powers 'cause 'bout the only stuff I read here in the Catbox that I'd erase is stuff that Iz postercated my ownseff...

Now, I don't want to hurt no ones feelings and this ain't gonna get posted unner no " Yer Favorite Mudcatters" thread but I was so happy to meet Ebbie who on many occasions when the Bobert has climbed up the tree, climbed out on a limb and has begun tryingt to saw the limb off, has come to my rescue or at least spread out some straw in the fall zone... So nice to finally meet ya....

But, hey, it was great meetin' each and everyone of you folks. Yeah, okay, I thought that Jeri was gonna grab me and duck tape me to something nasty but we got beyond that.

Oh, Joe Offer ain't like 7 feet tall. I know it's hard to believe but he ain't even 6'5"... But heck of a nice guy.

And MTed? Whew! Brings new meaning to single chord jams... Something ain't right with the boy, but in a good way.... Know what I mean?

And thanks BillD fir the beautiful laithed woodwork piece. Knowing it came from one of my old tree roots makes it extra special and it allready has found a spot of prominence.

Man, I'm just gettin started...

KT? Wow! The gal is the Emmy Lou Harris of the Mudcat. Not only does she sing beatifully but she is drop dead foxy, to boot.

Thanks Chance and Suzette for attending my blues workshop and loved seeing and hearin' you all. You guys have the magic. No two ways about it.

Micca is jus' a most farout person one could ever sit accrosss the table from...

Roger from Baltimore. Good to meet ya and better yto find that there *are* other real bluesman here. I was wonderin'...

Allen C and his lady... Real nice talkin' wid ya and meetin' ya. And nice beard.

Speakin of which, where'd beardedbruce go after the "muse" thing"? I don't think I say him again the e3ntire weekend.

Alaska Mike is my kinda guy. He look more like I thought Big Mick would look like 'cause, well, he is *big* and tall and has a voice that can probably bust up cinder blocks. You kinda feel secure around Alaska Mike. He's the kinda guy who everyone would like as a next door neighbor for those times when the baby grand piano needed to be moved again...

Back to Big Mick. Well, you ain't so big, yuor're just atll that's all... No, actually Big Mick ain't even that tall? But he plays guitar in a big way... And hes a nice guy, dangit. I thought he was gopnna jump on mw fir my Green leanings but he was nuthin' but gracious...

Speakin' of green, Janie and Lynn and I had some good times talkin' gardenin'...

I reckon, next to Ebbie, the person I most wanted to meet was the Captain Hiseff, Kendall, and I certainly enjoyed spending some time wid him. He is bigger than life and tells a story the way that one a very select few can do. And I really enjoyed the new Mrs Kendall. She is so sweet. (Now, Captain. You treat her right 'er she's gonna show you a new use fir that $8 harpoon you bought at the yard sale...Get my drift here?...)

And Mr Greco, as in El... So nice to meet you and you even snore on key... Jus' funnin'... But look out! Now that Kendall is corralled it looks like the womenz is turning their attention in yer direction.

Now I'll be back here later as more memories surface... My mind is a lot like a juke box and we;ve jus' played N-3...

Yeah, Amos... Go to CheapTickets.com and you can probably lock in next years airfare for like 35 bucks roundtrip... I'll pick you up at the airport...

Bobert