Afre 30 years as a band The Flyin Column has had a few unusual gigs. Some were just odd, some memorable, some will never be described outside The Book of the Damned. We once drove to Warren County Pa. to play for a wedding. Nothing odd there except it was for a group of people from Alberta, Canada, of English extracrion, with no connection to Pennsylvania at all. Why they came from Canada to Pa for wedding and hired an Irish rebel band from upstate New York still escapes me.

Wednesday we began our March Crunch. We played a bar calle Galloway's and had a great time. The place is a biker bar pure and simple. A place where Bikers and their Chicks go to unwind, discuss stocks, gas grills, sell Girl Scout Cookies and listen to fine Irish music. Here, the site of all these people in jeans, sawed of denim jackets, club names on their shirts, many with bellies that deserved a private introduction doing the hand signs to The Unicorn and Rhe Wild Rover was surreal at best. Like you might see in a Conn brothers film.

The upshot is 4 middle aged guys were treated like Old Pals and give every courtesy imaginable. And when the demanded an Encore, we complied.

Don