Len Wallace lives in Windsor, Ontario. He has a CD out. He plays around the city at such venues as The Sandwich Mill and Patrick O'Ryan's. I've seen him play up the Press Club too. Celtic and union stuff. I've often wondered why he doesn't sing Look For The Union Label, which is a nice song to play in a pub in a blue collar city.

Smells, egad, I live in Windsor across from Detroit. There are many smells, not all pleasant. The Rouge River works sometimes waft their heavy, metallic smell over our way and leave black clinkery things on our cars. Down in the west end of Windsor, there is a sewage treatment plant which doesn't seem, to my nose, to be up to modern standards. Down in Walkerville, there is the smell of the Hiram Walker distillary. Some people don't like it but it reminds me of baking bread. Now that someone has opened a brewery nearby we should have more malty smells. But that's fine, because you can't have beer without some folks putting up with a few odours.

I'm told things were much worse thirty years ago, although I don't know how anyone with allergies could live here.

This is all worse in the humidity of summer, because the air just hangs over the place. It would be oppressive enough without the smog. When I go back to the east coast I wonder why the air smells so strange. It is, I have decided, simply the smell of fresh air.