Perhaps I can chalk it up to the record breaking lack of sleep at this Getaway, or the cold I seem to be sharing with lots of others, but I confess to a bit of a haze around my memories.
One that has been floating back with a smile was the time I got to spend with Kiran while his Dad practiced with a few members of Moose Turd Pie before the concert. We rambled around the retreat center looking at the alphabet on the CD boxes... But when we talked about the musicians (despite repeated insistant attempts to be identified as Uncle Mick) Kiran of the sparkling eyes was repeatedly clear that big guy with the guitar was "Mick-ey" It still makes me giggle.