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   Mary Russell on March 1, 2015 at 2:23 am

   Tele,
   With Tom­my I lis­tened to your and Joel’s con­tri­bu­tions tonight.… the recep­tion was­n’t that great at this end, Tom­my had a hard time quot­ing for me what either of you were singing or say­ing! As for myself, my hear­ing wors­en­ing for most of my life is now such that I can hear sounds but the words them­selves tend to elude me.…it’s the fine tun­ing that is lost when the mil­l­lions of fine hairs in the coche­lea of the ear choose to quite wav­ing like a sea of grass in the wind…and vow­els, words are not complete…and that’s with a pow­er­ful hear­ing aid. With­out one…it like being under water…soundless every­thing. Good thing hear­ing aids exist – and I can still hear the robins singing and the eagles yodel­ing on high, and Tom­my and oth­ers… if they speak direct­ly. Joel’s gui­tar sound­ed well with the sound of his voice. Your voice was laden it seemed with portent…with cause and effect, I wish I could have heard you…and I wish I could read every­thing you two said and sang. I think you are both so brave and deserve lots of ova­tions! I love that pho­to on Tom­my’s face­book page where you and Joel are hap­pi­ly rap­ping with the oth­er song­sters. It must be an adren­a­line rush when all goes well with a cre­ative expres­sion like music and singing. I can’t sing to save my life, (so only try when Im very by myself) but get some joy out of just mak­ing sounds that agree with what my fin­gers are doing on the gui­tar strings — when the com­pound sounds– voice and twang agree with each oth­er it’s like find­ing a friend on the same wave­length so to speak and quite fulfilling! 

   So the new year saw your enabled Ner­ka tak­ing the seas in stride, that must a joy and grat­i­fy­ing for all the work it was. Hope all goes well with your stretched out lifestyle deliv­er­ing as well as catch­ing your fish! I have great respect for your and Joel’s pas­sion­ate care of the fish.…that is what I tried to do all the time at sea, but it was my ide­ol­gy not my Skip­per’s beyond the basic need of prop­er clean­ing as well as speed…and I would make faces at the deliv­ery guys when my ten­der­ly laid fish were thrown into their bins like they were old shoes…disgraceful! I hope it turns out to be grat­i­fy­ing and a plea­sure as you meet the peo­ple who will thrive on your beau­ti­ful fish.

   Heav­ens, for­got I’m not on email…gossiping away here and will quit this minute! ‘Cept to thank you for your kind Birth­day greet­ings and your endear­ing Christ­mas card cel­e­brat­ing nifty chi­nook plugs! We do enjoy your com­mu­ni­ca­tions when­ev­er they show up and wish­ing you two the very best and fair winds as the months unfold. With fond regards, Mary~ (I am sure Skip­per is going to com­ment on his own!)