I think the Hawk is confused, not envious. He's confused or being unscrupulous by turning a story that I told him back on me. At least when he turns stories back on me I recognize them.

A friend who I lost track of after he moved to British Columbia and former bass player for Sam Moon, Matt Minglewood and the Unversal Power in Cape Breton in the late 60s, kept a toenail collection. I can still picture the toenail jar one hot summer night on his dresser in the rooming house room where he lived in the 70s. The rooming house was three houses from Rochdale in Toronto in the 70s. Rochdale was built as a U of T residence but it had quickly turned into a major drug center. That night we were playing acoustic guitars. A drugged out woman in the next room of the rooming house suddenly appeared. Well, her legs appeared - dangling out the window as she threatened her boyfriend that she would jump out the third floor window. My friend, annoyed, yelled out his window, "You always say that. For Christ's sake, jump." She declined although I don't recall her being overly polite. After she stopped dangling her legs the toenail collection on his dresser by the window sucked on my brain. Our moods had changed. He no longer wanted to play Pretty Woman so we talked toenails.

Carol is taking the train because she doesn't like to fly. That seems perfectly reasonable to me since I don't like flying either. Unfortunately, I'm working on an Air Canada contract so I've had to fly to Montreal earlier this month and will have to fly again while Carol is here.