If, a year ago, you'd told me I would go to Scotland, I would have laughed.
If, a week ago, you'd told me I would go to Scotland and get to see my favorite Celtic Singer in the flesh and his "natural surroundings," I would truly have thought you were insane.
And yet, all of this is about to happen.
In January, a friend offered me a free week in Scotland "because she had extra room." I just had to book the plane, which I did two weeks ago. When I did that, my boss insisted that I stay an extra day in Edinburgh so I could enjoy the Fringe festival.
And today, I found out that
Andy M. Stewart, who had been out of comission for months after back surgery, will be back on stage for the first time (that I know of) since his injury while I'm over there...
I think I just might pinch myself because this cannot be true. I MUST be dreaming.
Bleu... on a little cloud called "9"