Thursday, April 16, 2009

BoatHouse, 2009/04/15

singer-songwriters, guitars,
craft beer and a seat by the stage.
There’s little money to be made
in entertaining on a Wednesday
night in Victoria Park, after
driving straight through from
Thunder Bay. This morning,
Mike tells me that he can’t get
accustomed to our deciduous
forests, as well as our lack of snow.
The new songs he sang last night
were about the north and its
history. I think he’s found his
place in the world. I hardly
remember Germany now and
the argument my mother states,
that I should take a greater
interest in my heritage seems
without merit, as I’ve grown
old in Waterloo County.

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