Six hours, five minutes. Three hundred and sixty five minutes. Over 75 songs. That was our one set list this past Saturday night. I don't think I've ever done anything, except sleep (and that's not happening lately as I'm STILL house hunting), for six staight hours non-stop. Hell, on road trips we stop to pee and gas up before six hours have passed. Thinking back, it seemed long, but not that long. If you sat down in front of your TV on a Sunday and watched 2 football games, back to back, from 1 to 7 pm, we'd still have you beat by 5 minutes. Wow! That was a long set. We'd done it before, but things have changed. That's not us anymore. We all agreed driving back in the van. We were all wiped out. It had it's moments but enough's enough. It's time to focus squarely on originals. Six plus hours of music (a third being original) is just not us anymore. As Tom Petty once sang, "It's time to move on, time to get goin', what lies ahead I have no way of knowin', but under my feet babe, grass is growin', it's time to move on, time to get goin'". Yep, it certainly is. Take care. Later, Butch