Live, From Ottawa and Orillia
On March 24th I zoom across the country to see some family and friends and finally meet a few folks from these pages like Danno and Christopher and hopefully a few others too. As Don Cherry might say, “It’s gonna be a beauty!”
Late that night I land in the Nation’s Capital where I’ll be for about a week, so people in Ottawa, could you please remove any existing snow and slush and Senators news that might be there at that time?
Ottawa is where Danno and Christopher live, and if anyone else from there wants to get together with us and solve most of the world’s problems, we’re going to try and watch the Habs in a pub on maybe the 29th. (possibly the 30th).
The problem is, the Senators play somewhere on the 29th too and I’m assuming that most TV’s will be showing them instead of the Habs which is ridiculous because why would anyone show the Sens when the Habs can be watched?
You see what I’m up against?
If you would like to join us, just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and later on I’ll be able to have things better sorted out. In the meantime, if you know of any pubs in Ottawa that televise the Habs even when the Senators are on another channel, please let me know.
From Ottawa I’ll be driving to Orillia to visit my dad who is 90 years old and has just been placed in an old folks home. Orillia, of course, is where I was a smallish-yet-shifty right winger, where I bought my bubblegum cards and was a paperboy and altar boy, and it was also where I copped my first feel, grew my hair, gulped vast quantities of illegal drugs, and disappointed my parents pretty well every day.
I’m going to bring my dad a bottle of whiskey at the old folks home just to try to make up for being such an asshole back then.
I don’t even know why I’m telling you this now. The trip’s not for three more weeks. Maybe it’s because, with the lifelong itchy feet I’m cursed with, I’m excited. It’s a wonder I’m not already packed.