Joyce,
      By the way, where is "The Rose" these days? I never actually got to see her. I know she was your father's pride and joy, and the voyage from (was it Halifax?) was a monumental feat, if I recall.
    Another scene I vaguely remember was when you were performing in this coffe house of which I spoke, singing and playing a most moving song with the dulcimer. I remember your young passenger,( you were with child at the time) apparently being taken with the music, started to kick, and the instrument flew off your lap into the arms of someone sitting in the first row.Am I exagerating, or did that actually happen?
    If you can, come see us at Portsmouth. I would love to see you again and dedicate a song or two to your father. Of course, I will do that anyway, after this enjoyable exchange.
                fair winds and following seas,
                        Neil