Oh, this has jogged a million memories. I started McGill in 62, graduated 66. 66-67, partially living on Lorne Crescent. 68-69, the Birmingham. In 70, I moved to NDG.

It was a real "neighbourhood"; you could stroll around with no real plan and meet folks and do stuff, or do nothing. I guess I didn't have too many responsibilities.

Here's a mini-vignette: Mid-60's. I was sitting around with a bunch of hippies on Ste Famille when the doorbell rang. To everyone's surprise, the caller was an "elderly" gentleman, who turned out to be the now-retired high school principal of several of them! He was just stopping by for a visit... ...I found this a little disconcerting, since most of my experiences with principals involved a short piece of leather. But things loosened up when the old guy asked: "Uh, do you kids have any dope?" And a few minutes later, the former principal and his former students were happily puffing away.

Does anyone remember the short-lived coffee-house in the basement of St John's Anglican church? I believe I once saw Peace perform there, but he may well wish to correct me. A week later it got raided by the fuzz.