Great it was but cold, cold, cold... 44 degrees with wind blowin' into the big barn where we played... My fingertips went numb one at a time and with 10 miniutes left had to resort to nuthin' but slide an' using the fingernail on my pickin' hand as a flat pick 'cause nuthin' else was workin' any more...

Glad to have it behind me... I'll never play agin under 50 degrees for that long...

Gugbucketeer we're far behind me in the loss of feeling in the fingers but we did very well, all things considered...

Bobert