Would anyone else like to hear what John did to get thrown out of the first Vancouver Folk Music Festival?

I never spent much time in the gazebo at Fox Hollow. I can still remember dancing on the lawn at night, with the moon and lanterns sparkling in the dew like little fairy lights. I remember not wearing any shoes until Sunday the first time I came, despite the mud and the rain. I remember sitting in somebody's camper late at night with Bert Mayne (does anyone remember Bert Mayne?) and a couple other kids. I LOVED his song 'Lady From St. Louis' and I have an album of his here someplace. One year, I slept in my car which was parked right next to Canterbury Country Orchestra. We drove into Brattleborough next morning for breakfast, and I was so tired I was hallucinating dance tunes.