Hello, beautiful Scotland! The flight (December 26th, 2007) was painless, a mere 35 minutes later, and I was on the ground. We came in late and didn't even see a customs agent. My guitar arrived in good shape, without incident, and I walked 10 feet out of the baggage area to a familiar voice. "Hello, Yank!" It was good to see him, a bit pale and sallow in the eyes, but standing tall, a far cry from the man who'd suffered a near-fatal heart attack the week before. Anne was off to one side, and it was truly good to be greeted by them. Some people just feel like family from the start. We drove on in from Glasgow to the house, some 20 miles, and I settled in front of the compact coal & wood
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