Sinsull and Jacqui-

I still shudder every time a thundercloud drifts over. It's all so stressful being so vulnerable to the whim of the weather gods when one is committed to an outdoor event. I had made a private sacrifice to Boja, the old Thunder God from the part of Ethiopia I was teaching in in 1967-68. Boja doesn't get much attention nowadays, and may have been appreciative to the horn of honey wine I offered him. Perhaps, we should make sure he is not neglected next year.

Today we were able to re-launch the Boston Whaler, the outboard fired up, and the rain held off for the entire afternoon despite more dire predictions. Now it's nestled at its mooring and my brother and his family have plans to take it cruising tomorrow, when they predict splendid weather...

On behalf of the sound crew, we appreciate your thanks and you are more than welcome in return. Most of our set-up worked very well from where we were listening, and when it wasn't working well we were fairly fast at tracking down the problem.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble