Geez, Mick, you're lucky he was at least there! He never showed up here in Portland, ME. After an hour, one of the Popes came out and gave us a song and dance about how Shane's flight from Rhode Island had been cancelled due to weather. It was a clear night in Maine, and I doubt it was any worse in Rhode Island (where the hell do people fly out of in Rhode Island, anyway? Is the state even big enough to have a runway long enough?). However, our friend who worked in the bar across the street from the venue told us that Shane was over there getting too blotto to perform. We were lucky, we got our money refunded, and that kicked off one of the most memorable nights out I've ever had. Someday I might be persuaded to tell the story...