In 64 my parents took us to a cottage on Lake Huron that someone traded my Dad for some legal advice on a property sale. I would be 14, or 13, I might have the exact year wrong. Anyway my Mom flipped because by the 1st afternoon I was pin-setting during the day at an outdoor bowling place, and a marshal for the roller rink from 6 to 11. Seen all over the place holding some new girls hand, and skipped all the family outings, came home with 50 bucks, and did a bunch of other stuff for people who gave me cash, "Hey M'am, that looks heavy let me carry your groceries", get a dime, or "I'll wash your car mister.."

I was trying to remember roller rink music, I was a weekend rat for a while, I think there was a lot of doo-wop, and Supremes, etc. Biggest Hardwood floor in the province, it was a converted hockey rink, kept the side and end boards, took down the glass and put in hardwood. I remember the guy I hung out with and I dated twin sisters, they liked to fool us, I move out of town and Paul married a black guy who was 6' 6. Freaked my mother right out. Found out later the girls flipped a coin, Paul drove them nuts fixing his hair every 10 minutes...I never had anything longer that a crew cut, and still don't.

My hair is like the road report here, bare to centre bare with slippery sections.

I wish the spell checkers would remember that in Canada it's centre, colour, humour, and that at times we extend that to other British stuff like realise, I'm always looking and saying to myself, 'self you spelled that in the correct fashion old chap'. The other thing drives me nuts that if you use Microsoft Word, the spell check program will say the names of their own products are spelled wrong. Words like Intel or Wordperfect, or Excel, and stuff always seem to show up as mistakes....

John Conley
Musica est vita