Alright, we didn't sit at the kitchen table... we sat at the table in our Great Room Saturday morning. To eat. We must have cast iron throats because we don't seem to have any trouble eating, and then singing. One of the previous members in our group was always caliming to have problems with his voice. It was always one thing. Or another. Sometimes it was that he had eaten something, sometimes it was because he drank cold water. Maybe that was all true. I got the feeling that it was a serious insecurity that he had singing in front of others, and that was what caused his voice to tighten up when he stepped up to a mic. I know that used to happen to me, back when I was concerned about my own safety singing in front of people.

That said, we had our usual full plate of food to choose from... sausage and peppers, Kentucky Fried Chicken, sour cream onion dip and chips, tossed salad, sliced peaches and a variety of cookies.
Ruth and I invited my dental hygenist and her husband over and there was an instant connection. That doesn't happen often. It's happened to me with our bass singer Joe, and some Catters... Art Thieme, before we were Catters, or there was a Mudcat, jimmyt, Ron Davies, Peace, ColK, Leadfingers and several others (so no one feels left out..) It's a good feeling. Like making an instant friend. The process is simple, but it doesn't usually work so immediately.

Making an Instant Friend is much like making Instant Mashed Potatoes. Instead of opening a box and adding water, you open the door to your home and add love.

It's always exciting when it works (Instant Friends, that is... Instant Mashed Potatoes are never exciting.) And then the music becomes energized and very special. That's what happened here Saturday morning.

One of these days, we're going to get jimmyt and his wife, and Bobert and Pea-Vine up here. Our door is always open... just let us know that you're coming... we'll put an extra plate setting or two on the table.

Wrote a song about a dog (Rosco) with that idea in mind...

"Set another bowl on the floor, Mildred
I think Rosco's got a friend."

Jerry