Habs Woodstock

The video below shows where I’ve hung my hat for the last 16 years. It’s a terrific place. Way too many Canucks fans but great anyway.

Powell River sits at the top of the Sunshine Coast, 120 kilometres north of Vancouver, with the Strait of Georgia, also known as the Salish Sea, also known as part of the Pacific Ocean, in our backyard, so to speak.

There are also some Habs fans here, and I suppose now is as good a time as any to mention what my wife Luci came up with. We’d like to have local Habs fans join us some night at TC’s Pub for beer and talk. We can trash Gomez, for example. We can slander the Canucks. We can toss the around the idea of whether or not Brad Marchand’s brain should be donated to science. While he’s still alive.

I think it could be the most fun any of us could ever have with our clothes on.

I’m going to start putting the word out. Like now. Heck, maybe it’ll get so big that those of you from other parts will make the trek out here. Sort of like a Habs Woodstock, with you arriving in your Volkswagon vans, whooping and hollering, blasting Annakin Slayd and wearing Habs sweaters.

Powell River might never be the same again.