Well not exactly Hell....but she DID spend the night at a motel in Cornwall Ontario, and if you've ever filled your lungs with the air of a pulp and paper mill town you'll know it doesn't smell like Heaven!

Yup, the good lady came all the way from New Hampshire with a snow storm on her ass, to join us for Christmas, as she did a couple of years ago.

Last night one of our gang sat practically open mouthed as Peter T, Jeri, myself, and a fairly prominent Mudcat lurker tried to explain the magic and mystery of the little site that's altered so many lives for the better. Naturally as most of us already know, it's almost impossible to explain the MC phenomenon to someone who hasn't been here. All I know is that Jeri and Peter are two damn good folks that Mudcat brought into my life, and I'm greatful.

So how have I tried to make Jeri's stay relaxing? How about working the tar out of her on guitar, banjo, dulcimer and everything else that's hangin on the wall! She may be the ex-military, but I'm the one that's actin' like a drill-sgt. The kid's gonna be a hell of a picker!

Hope everyone's Christmas has been great.

Rick