Well my experiences in Edmonton have nothing to do with Steroids, Massacred Mascots, disaffected British reporters or even the world's largest shopping Mall (it hadn't been built then)

I DID learn a lot however. Back in the stone age when I was young and naieve, I spent eight weeks in Edmonton playing folk clubs and Pizza parlours. While there, I lived in a small rooming house operated by Edmonton's classiest Call Girl. She and I were the only residents who kept "alternative hours" and in those wee hours when she was "winding down" she entertained me with some truly amazing stories about the human condition. She had a stranger clientele than I did...that's for sure.

Steve. You're a brave man. It HAD to be said. Ha Ha! My ex lives in Winnipeg....I can only hope I didn't drive her there!

Rick