My memory isn't what it once was, and details come and go, and though I have no memory of how we got there or how we got back to Toronto, I DO remember being with Monte on a farm outside Peterborough Ontario very late one night. We were hanging out, listening to Ian swap songs with Jack Elliot, when at some point it seemed like a good idea to go out to the paddock and attempt to mount this horse, who was just minding his/her own business. (Maybe by then it was daybreak.) I climbed on the horse, but was not welcome there. The animal bucked me off, but somehow someone intervened before I hit the dirt. I always remembered it as Ian, and after that I thought of him as a real cowboy. And he sure is. Monte and I laughed about that night later (but we both saw Ian as a hero).