Sittin' here in this old Irish pub. Authentic. Underground. The stone cellar is where I type to you, solemn old bricks and shadows ... and music! These folks got SOUL. My heart is filled with song. I feel like Van Morrison himself will walk around the corner any second, and hand me a frothy Guinness. The coffee kicks in, and now I'm feeling good. Looking for airplane tickets to come and visit YOU soon ... Peace, -Todd