Little Hawk:

Hey, my friend, maybe it's in the air of the water, who knows but this ol' Wes Ginny hillbilly has been cuttting way back on pudder time over the last two or three weeks. Can't explain it other than to say that I have other things that need attention. Like a house full of junk that needs a good dusting (or de-dusting... never figured that one out...), like a purdy wife that needs a few extra hugs, like a Martin guitar that used to get at least an hour a day of attention and lately, other than playing parties is lucky to get 10 minutes of Bobert time, like...like...like...

(Speakin' of like, like , like, I still owe you a tape and that requires me to get my boney ol' Wes Ginny butt off der pudder and into my makeshift recording shack.)

Well, I ain't gonna go cold turkey here, Little Hawk, and I don't think you are either so I reckon we'll be running into each other now and then in the Catbox but between those times, here's liftin' my glass to you, my friend. Break a leg and.... Godspeed....

Bobert