I was a bit apprehensive about stepping into a camp full of strangers, two days into their merrymaking, but the first person I met was BillD who made such a fuss about finally meeting me, that I felt right at home--an experience that was repeated again and again--

Sorry about the one chord Blues, Bobert--I came in late, unprepared, and my fingers were to cold to play any chords changes--one chord is all I could manage(and not even a whole chord at that) but anyway, Jim Bunch has only one string on his gut bucket, and, with that washboard, Pene Azul didn't care if there were chords or not---it was a nice groove, though--

I sat down to eat with Ron Davies, and began to chat a bit with a couple of folks who happened to be sitting there--after a few minutes, Ron called me by name, which elicited the most remarkable response from KT and Ebbie, who acted as if I was a long lost family member--

Big Mick came over and gave me a big hug, another lost family member, found--As they say, you can always tell a Michigan boy--I am both flattered and honored that he liked the songs that I brought-and yes, Marion, one of them was "The Song of Kayla Rolland", which he sang at for the Sunday evening concert..   I have had that song "in the trunk" for a while now, and, until he sang it, I had no idea the effect that it would have on people--

As soon as I can, I will send the lyrics along to the DT (if they'll have them!)--

Jeri, I wish we had had some more time to chat--I know we could have come up with some chording workarounds--I'm glad you liked my song---

It was a bit overwhelming to finally meet Max and Joe and Pene, the alleged puppetmasters--not enough time right now to mention everyone else, but it was like a family reunion for me--