It's real time, Saturday night at Seastar Inn. Steven West and others pumped out a great set of classics, and the Seastar drummers are pounding away for all their worth, and the accompanying dancers are dancin' like no one's watchin.

I was sitting with Rob just a moment ago, toasting the good times. The weather is perfect, Seastar Inn is hopin', and all is right in the world because I have nice full belly and I'm working on my third overproof rum punch.