At last...

...my love has come along...

Oh, no, wait, that's not what I meant to say at all. I got carried away with the song. Sorry.

I do like the song, though...just about any song from the '40s or '50s, as a matter of fact. I amuse my mother by knowing the title of, words to, and singer of almost any oldies song.

Oldies...ha, ha! Oldies for the oldies. "Oh, ha, ha, ha!", as Jack would say.

Ahem. Getting off course again, yes I am.

The point of this blog is to give you an extremely abbreviated Mumford Report. It is my last-ditch effort to bring the Report to your screen before our last re-enactment of the year at Batavia Cemetery this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I determined that I absolutely must post it before then.

So here goes...

Mumford was HOT!!!!!!!!!!!

I was on my feet on Saturday from 8 a.m. to 12 midnight!!!

It was HOT!!!!!!

An acquaintance of mine forced me into a schottische and I looked like a complete idiot!

It was HOT!!!!

The humidity was so thick that we could see our breath in the 29-degree (85-degree Fahrenheit) night air.

DID I MENTION THAT IT WAS HOT???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, mates, that's the Mumford Report, such as it is. Have fun.

;-)