Yep, Barry was here when I got here, and started out kicking my big Irish behind right from the git go. hahahahahaha, I knew we would be friends right away.

Here's a memory for you, Barry. I had driven all night long to get to Getaway, got out of my car there at Prince William, and who is the first person to greet me, screw with me about my bodhran, and see to it I got checked into those god forsaken, filled with mold, sleeping cabins? Good old Barry. Remember the walk through the mud to the showers, and once all squeeky clean, having to walk through the mud to get back to the cabin??? hahahahahahahaha. Great stuff.

Mick