
Nova Scotia to Revy (solo on the road)
I was home just long enough to see family, catch up with old goons and meet a pretty girl. I have no idea how I swung it but one night I was striking out at the Seahorse and the next night I was at a Dalhousie Tigers hockey game, gabbing away about hamburgers and Ashley McIaasic. Her name was Sheila and she was a smoke show from Cape Breton Island. It’s darn lucky she didn’t like me, or I’d have had to convince her to move her life to BC, or worse, convince myself to stay in