I appreciate your contributions spaw. With our limp Canadian dollar we can't afford Viagra. So all we can get up at your age is our memories.

The last time I saw Norman he was singing in the North Bay Legion, just north of beautiful Ingonish Beach. You could hear the waves on the rocks behind the Legion in the moonlight. The crowd was loud and appreciative, banging their beer bottles on the table for more at the end of the night. I think they were mostly Norman's relaties but from what I heard on the Whitty Shore "When you go so far north, they all have the same father."

Correction, that was the second last time I heard Norman. The last time, he was playing for tourists on the patio of a restaurant/ bar/motel in Baddeck, at the the 5 corners, across from the kiosk. I don't remember the name of the restaurant. As we left, Charlie H. drove up with a bunch of old women. We'd met Charlie at a garage sale on another part of the island the day before. Charlie seemed to be having a gay ole time.

You know, my cousin Clarence drove up to the tip of Cape Breton one day - before he got the job in the Highlands National Park and wrote his book on the park. One chap said to him, "We off the end of 'er 'ere boy."