Since the part of the pub where we'll be singing is the piano player's domain 'till 3:00, it might be better to eat later to save shifting of dishes and glasses.

Boston "Guest" has not made contact since that first post. We've sent notice to singers from that vicinity, but no response yet. The shuttle to Pease would also work.

Now the time grew late, and the skies were dark,
And by ten to home we soon were bearing,
And fell fast asleep ere the midnight hour,
Just to dream about the bowls of herring.

See you Saturday -- Tom