Well, Greg and Kate are now flying over Greenland and in a couple of hours will be landing in London and be, oh, about a half a day off real time. Then its off to Greg's brother's house fir a night (or day) and then home, long enough to brucsh their teeth and then to Scotland to play.

Iz here to say that by the next time you hear from them they will be, ahhhhh... beat!

Now for the good news. Last night, Greg and Kate just backed up a couple of paces and got that cajun stuff workin' slow 'nuff so that the bobert could half figure it out and by the end of the evening, I reckon I could have filled in on rhythm guitar with the Boat Band.

Yep, they wore my boney Wes Ginny butt out. They even had the P-Vine bangin' away on an acoustic and she don't even play much git-fiddle. Thanks fit that, Greg. You're a great teacher, and one heck of a drinkin' buddy...

Bobert