Glad to do so , Charley, from where we sat.
The Inn was very well attended and the restaurant was doing a roaring trade with a fine selsction of New England dishes. There is also a decent ale to be had, the one with the kilted Scotsman on the beer engine handle, Ten Pence Ale or something like it. The crack in the bars, prior to the opening session of Irish songs in the front bar, was great with a number of us exchanging our tales and histories and then the music was enjoyed by an appreciable crowd. While dining on a delicious prawn dish in the back bar the stage was set for the survivors to sing and play. We also had the pleasure of re-acquaintance there with Gina and Bill Dunlap. Each of the survivors who had requested a spot, in turn, singularly or paired, did their bit and all were to be congratulated. As an Englishman I was astonished at the amount of songs sung that evening that emanated from over here, especially some contemporary ones. Please forgive me for not being able to name the artists but special mention must be made for the following, taking nothing away from all who participated. The gentleman who sang, "I`m `enery the Eighth I Am". You can imagine it tickled us pink. Then the two fellows who sang and accompanied themselves with the most deft display of bones - breathtaking. Then a pair of the Johnson Girls with a strong shanty. One of the girls then sung a perfect "Cornish Men are Fishermen". I spoke to her afterwards and told her it is one of the songs in our repertoire and I was transported to Padstow presently. There was also a song about the MOOSE - but I shall not dwell on that for fear of distressing those of tender disposition. Eleven o`clock came all too quickly and it was time to drive back to Mystic. I hope this compressed report gives you an idea of the evening.
Youts,
John