My role was minor compared to that done by MGAS and Sinsull. I had every intention of doing all the legwork.... but as is well documented, my life took some hops that precluded that. I called "She who is Mother to all, and must be obeyed, elst you will receive boxes of gaudy junk" otherwise known as Sinsull. She did what she has always done (which is why I love you, woman), and then we got talking about who to get with in the UK. Sins suggested MGAS, and that turned out to be enough to earn them both Sainthood in this lad's heart. So when it comes to kudos, it belongs to these two. And MGAS, I hope Richard is a tolerant sort, because I am going to give you a grade A, down home going to Jesus, country boy, patented Big Mick hug the first time I get the chance. And to our friends in the UK, thanks so much for the hospitality you have shown. The fact is that ever since I met Max, all those years ago in his "office" above the Iron Horse Brewery in West (by Gawd) Chester, PA, I fast knew that I loved this man like a brother. I have watched him, over the years sacrifice time with his kids, money, and relationships, just to keep Mudcat going. He has done this not because he had too, and at times not because he wanted to. He did it because he knew that this was a special place, and that for many it was their window on the world. He is as fine a man as I know, and I so wanted this to be the trip of a lifetime. Thanks to Sinsull, MGAS and Richard, and all of you fine UK'ers, that is exactly what happened. I hope one day soon to tell you all that in person. But for now, please accept my fondest best wishes and my gratitude for showing our Max the hospitality you showed him.

All the very best,

Mick