I don't suppose I've mentioned it yet, but I'm a member of a celtic band. Night Crossing just played at the Celtic Festival in Big Stone Gap. Got to meet a real, live Scotsman. Somehow, one never expects to meet someone with a British accent outside of TV. I could've listened to him talk all day. It was like...Alistair Begg was right there. Except his name was Jack. I admit, I was terribly tempted to ask him if my accents were realistic, but I missed my chance.
Cheerio, Longish Neo-Mayberry, Middle of Nowhere, America
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