Thanks for the responses to last week’s column. I realize that the column was a little disjointed, or more disjointed than usual, but it was a very frightening time for me, and I had to face some demons head on, so the structure of that column accurately reflected my mental state at the time.
When last we left our intrepid 12 year-old he was leaving the confines of his home Province for the first time ever with his Grandmother Vernon in her 1972 Skylark; excited and inspired to see what was beyond the moon-like terrain of Ontario on the historic Trans-Canada Highway.
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There is an old adage that says that you can’t go home again. It has a double meaning – not only can’t you relive the past but in many cases the places where the events in your past actually happened are no longer there.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 