After the chaos of cannabis legalization, I knew that ‘it coulda been the Willie Nelson’ was on my mind the whole time on the 17th.
It was on October 17th, 2017 that I would write the following:
‘I looked up to Gord above and said, ‘hey man, thanks.’
What started in Windsor led to visits in Hamilton, St. Catherines, Niagara Falls, and a detour to Kingston. 12 hours on the 401 and 403. A pilgrimage for a poet. The radio on scan and the CBC as a soundtrack. Feeling fully complete.’
I drove to Kingston, Ontario because I had to be there. It was as simple as that.
I would make my way to Toronto just a short month before the death of Downie to see the premiere of Long Time Running at the Toronto International Film Festival with the band.
Gord wasn’t there.
I would make my way to Ottawa just a couple of months before TIFF to celebrate Canada 150.
Gord was there.
But it was in Kingston, Gord was everywhere. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The Rickster (wondering how he watched Finding the Secret Path over and over and over again).