Just another special moment to share. Those who have attended this Festival know that it always ends with all the surviving performers singing "Rolling Down to Old Maui." Well, this year the sun sneaked through the shed flaps and lit up Hugill's picture on an easel during the final chorus.

I suppose everyone else who attended the Festival is still in Mystic singing and having a good time. At least they're not posting reports. If I find out that is true I'll be a very bitter man.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble