This week we rewind to high school in more ways than one. Buried deep in a box of rock memorabilia I stumbled upon a collection of my high school newspapers. Calling them a newspaper is a bit of a stretch as most of them are four or five sheets of mimeographed white or green paper and almost faded into obscurity.
I have lived in the same neighbourhood for my entire life, The Beach. You can always tell a newcomer (aka a “blow in”) when they refer to it as The Beaches. Yes, there is more than one named beach but it is one long Beach. There are more than one Bill or Bob as well but we don’t call them Bills or Bobs. ‘Nuff said. My parents grew up in The Beach and both of my children were born and raised here. At times I feel like Al Waxman when I walk along Queen Street East as I know a good percentage of the locals.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 