Why do I feel a need to write apologies and to make editorial retractions? Because I'm sloppy and often confused?

I should have let Willie-O write the review. The Vincent Black Lightning was a 52, not a 57. Essig may not be spelt Essex - although I'm referring to a Canadian guitarist who lives in Toronto, not a glam-rocker as far as I know. I can't spell and my spellchecker is lousy with Canadian guitarist's names.

Perhaps hessy only sang one oppressive love song. It may have simply felt like two. Besides, oppressive can be romantic and vice versa. Hesperis sang and played well. She looked like a Modigliani painting with her dark hair and lines curled over the microphone. She's a talent. She's quick witted and she can dance. She'd have a bright future if only she'd learn how to blow her nose properly.

And I forgot to mention that Sophocleese, as well as doing fine jobs as soundman and master of ceremonies, sounded like a cool old jazzmen when she jammed with Rick Hoyles. Pissed off Rosie to boot.

The piece that I sent in the mail, Rick, was the little Ramara newsletter with the pictures of Dr. Garry and a review of Mariposa with your picture, not anything that I wrote. I will send tow copies of the Orillia Folk Society newsletter. Jennifer hasn't e-mailed me the final copy for the article. She's playing a 500th Don's Coffeehouse performance tomorrow night. I'll remind her to send it to me after that.

You'd think that after hundreds of performances Don would get a gong. Instead he has special chair for Jennifer and Katy Austin.

Don turned an old church at 12 Mill Street East, Hillsdale, into great coffee shop. Wonderful acoustics. David Esseiggggxxxx(sp?) played there not too long ago. Don has equipment and he will play acoustic/electric bass with anyone who asks. He has spare guitars and a keyboard in case anyone forgets to bring one.

Carol, Don's wife, bakes pies, cookies, tarts, cakes and meals for the coffeehouse. Thursday nights they have a Bistro. Jennifer's concert is a dinner and concert night, $20 for members, $25 for non-members.

I understood Carol's tone but, at 5:30 in the morning after a short sleep, I felt more like apologizing than joking around. I often like apologizing. So Rick goes off and starts a whole irony thread about how dense I was waking up that morning. Feel like a fool.

I was amazed that Carol could be so coherent after a sleepless night without amphetamines. Obviously, she's not as old and decrepit as I am.

To end on a positive note, McGill has the toilet franchise on the farm that caters to kids at highway 400 and highway 90 just north of Barrie. Six shiney blue toilets out by the highway. Warms the heart. Today Barrie, tomorrow the world as McGill takes on the global marketplace. Why don't you come up and play you accordion in a McGill, Carol?