Friday was a short trek back to Madison for a Pizza Party with the St. Margaret’s folks.  Another one scheduled to be outside, but no go.  (Thanks goodness, too)  I shook it with the kids, while the parents gabbed in the back.  Part of the biz.  Great cookies at the end. 


The great Northford Folk Fest was called couse of ill weather, so Ron opened up his home to some of the pickers:  Frank, Knott Brothers, Ron and I played some great stuff, talked about God, ate nice pizza, and had a wonderful playing tunes.  That’s where it happens!