Tamarack,
Time I step in for a wee story.
Tamarack and I decided to hitch from Montreal to Saint Thomas Ontario for a quick family reunion. We took off with guitar's in hand. Arrived about 5 miles out of Montreal we spotted a train oh going so slow. There were open freights and empty flat beds so over the fence we went. Tamarack took the first leap over a ditch filled with shit, piss and swill only to miss the other side and landing in it. Maybe it was just as well as it took a mean right turn up to Ottawa and not Toronto.

Any way we ended up under an overpass where we were going to sleep for the nigh but changes our minds so we decided that maybe we better head it back to the city and visit our pick up club. Here is a paste of that nigh in which we didn't get back for than goodness.

On September 1st, 1972, patrons of Montreal's Blue Bird Café and the Wagon Wheel, the country and western bar above the café, were celebrating the end of another summer. In the main entrance to the Wagon Wheel, however, 3 young men, drunk and upset over being refused entry to the bar began a fire on the staircase. With one exit now blocked by fire, victims sought out other means of escape. However, conflicting city regulations had left the Wagon Wheel with too few fire exits. This left only two escape routes, through the kitchen onto a foldaway fire escape, and through the window in the ladies washroom onto a car parked below. Due to these errors in judgment, 37 people were unable to escape the fire and smoke that night. Fire escape regulations have since been standardized to prevent another disaster of this magnitude.

I guess we were blessed that night.


Mark Ross,
Tamarack and I would save our money and book the most expensive spot on the train (Forget what it was called. Maybe room et.), open the doors to our spot and have two 40 oz. of whiskey and vodka as we took out our guitars. This was called the Bistro train from Montreal to Toronto. In minutes we would have our room filled with folks all the way up then we would turn around and come right back. Pissed of course by the time we got back. Hay!!, but when you are 19 and 20 you can do a lot more that at 60
Beer (adrien)