I'm not sure I'm enlightening or confusing you Carol. Very few Orillians are on mudcat but we can be as loud and loutish as any full symphony orchestra. Finding any toilet counts as psychic phenomenon on Tuesdays.

Hessy, you weren't looking for me at Rombos until recently. You had your nose buried in chips and gravy. If I called you a mental case, what would you call me? What have you called me already, before I call you a mental case?

So, that guy in the McGill is totally friendly. He waves at just about everyone on windy days.

What do you do at folk festivals, Little Hawk, that makes you come home dog tired? Wasn't that dog celibate?

Overdoses of degradation but no limerick yet, Banjer. Perhaps I should look for a more inspirational port-a-potty.

Mbo, you're ok. Don't listen to all this crap people are feeding you on how to lead you life. Do what feels right for you. Do it when you feel like doing it. But we shouldn't get too self-righteous about pipers just because our drool drips neatly off our guitars.