I went to uni in TO, 1969. Lived 1st house behind Rochdale College on Huron 1 house south of Bloor. I'd give anything to wind the clock back and sit and eat pizza across the road while the g/f strummed the 16 string and the other g/f drew pencil drawings of me. I moved there in July and had 4 months of amazing weather. Guy sold the house from under us and I ended up at Coxwell Station. Switched to playing pool in Greektown. Reading Plato on the subway. Spending all day at the Music Library instead of going to Hebrew class, got all the way through every Bach Cantata with the score in front of me and almost flunked out. I guess I lived in TO 3 times. Now it's an hour and a half away. And I'm nostalgic big time. I'm just jealous of the mullet. LOL. I lost 1/2 my hair to chemo and it grew back, the patches that fell out are grey and the rest isn't. Weird or what?


John Conley
Musica est vita