Tonight, during concertina practice, I had an audience. There was a scrawny little tabby fairy kitty (ala old school Clancy) who evidentially lives in the parking garage hanging out with me. She seemed undisturbed by my squawking, and lay down about 20 feet away to have a listen. Between the three of us (kitty, concertina and I) we learned the basics of "Star of the County Down" and "Whiskey in the Jar". To cap the night off, as I got into my car, fireworks started going off somewhere close by to the southeast of me. James, did you see those?