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My Gordon Lightfoot story . . .
In 1985, the audio retailer where I was a partner got a call from GL’s management company to come fix the hifi at his house. So I made the trek to his large Victorian house in Rosedale – a premium part of Toronto. He answered the door & showed me to the library where he had a cheap-ass Harman Kardon receiver, a turntable & a pair of bookshelf speakers.
“Here it is. I don’t know why it doesn’t work.” He said & disappeared into the kitchen off to the right with a white grand piano visible in the sunny great room to the left.
A speaker wire had fallen off so the fix took less than 5 minutes. I went searching for him & he was just lighting a joint as I walked into the kitchen.
“Thanks. Don’t tell anybody” he said, indicating the joint. But . . . he didn’t offer me a hit.
From that point on, I swore I would tell everybody I could that Gordon Lightfoot Bogart’s joints. And I have . . .
Ian
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'87 Carrera Cab
----- “Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.” A. Einstein -----
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