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Wow.

I've got a Korg from around then. Analog with a long sweep. Very useful. Eats 9v batteries like crazy.

I'm glad you're both home.  It sucks to have to keep getting all that poking and prodding and head scratching. 

- Zurf

Given that the lyrics are unintelligible and everyone appears to be picking something different, maybe we should call it an "Ode To Jam Bands."  I'm pretty sure it's in G, D, A, or C, though.

I keep an espresso maker in my xamp kitchen. Yum yum.

I'm surprised JoeyJoeyJoey didn't beat you to it.  What a great find!

In grad school I did a study on retail marketing of coffee.  My team mates and I checked out grocery stores, coffee shops, service stations, convenience stores, restaurants, and sampled coffee at all of them.  At Starbucks, I ordered "whatever you have that has the most syllables."  Without even having to think about it, they sold me a caramel machiatto frappucinno.  That's a lot of syllables for coffee.  It was like drinking a candy bar. 

One of the team mates had never had coffee, and had six cups that afternoon.  He didn't sleep for a week.

19 = My Life Revolves Around Pee. It is the reason I don't write more songs.  After about 12 hours of picking, singing, and sipping, I was feeling pretty around about then.

15 = Dublin Blues written by Guy Clark

5 = Cold Day in July. I don't know who wrote it. I first heard it on The Dixie Chicks' album Fly.

It was a real good party.

Here's that guy.  And that other guy.  (Doug and Bill)

Digital brothers who appear to be pixelating right before our eyes.  It was trippy.  (Uncle Joe and Bill)

Uncle Joe, Lorraine, Scott, Mekidsmom's Kiddo, Peter.  I guess Bill is sneaking in too. So far as I know, MKMK had never played a box before, but she was hanging in there awesomely. 

MKMK and MKM, both with guitars.

MKMK and MKM, only MKM with guitar.

I left early because after going to sleep after 2:00, I woke up about 5:30 and wasn't able to get back to sleep.  When whatshername who said, "I'm silent in the morning.  Don't worry about me," got up about 7:20 (not the 5:00 they said) and cracked me up with her idea of silence, I decided to pack up. I can't believe I didn't wake Joe - at least when breaking down the cot next to his head.  Sometimes insomnia comes at inconvenient times, and other times it lets me pack up, get a shower, and get an early start on the road.  I did get to have breakfast at a kind of weird family restaurant.  The coffee was hot and good.  I sat at the counter so I'd get a lot of refills.  Instead of refills, I had one waitress keep bringing me a saucer with little cream cups on it, and then another one kept asking whether I needed the saucer with cream cups on it and when I said I didn't she'd take it away.  That must have happened about four or five times.  Though they were paying close attention to either bring me cream I didn't want, or take away the cream they'd just brought, I had to ask for refills on the coffee itself.  I never did get the to go cup I requested.  And someone should introduce the cook to a salt shaker.  Other than stinginess with coffee, flavorless potatoes and eggs, and the bizarre cream ritual, the breakfast included a large portion of some really fine perfectly cooked bacon that made it all worthwhile.  I did enjoy seeing all the Amish heading to meeting Sunday morning.  Reminded me of home.

Best of luck.

Bummer.  I've been looking forward to having you for a free day on Friday.  I had a trip to my favorite winery planned.  There's a lake with big fish in it that we're allowed to fish on a catch & release basis, a gazebo with terrific acoustics that I've got permission to pick guitar in when they aren't using it for tastings, and they have two reds I think you'd greatly enjoy. 

Get well.  Maybe show the finger to your dentist and he fill it along with your tooth.  But you said index finger.  Most people show a different finger to dentists.