JEESUS GLEN!!! YOU CAN'T TELL "THAT" STORY HERE!!

The first time I saw Big Blind Freddie, was at a place called "Steel's Tavern". He was playin' a Telecaster. Some wag sitting at my table said "guess his J-45 was full"!!

Art...so you escaped Winnipeg with yer life did ya? Poor ol' Duck...he died so young.

In Edmonton I stayed at a boarding house that was run by a gorgeous woman (in her late twenties) who was one of the classiest dressers I'd ever seen. She had these beautifully tailored business suits, and wore black shiny high heel shoes (not the standard 'folky' uniform).
She never came out to any of my gigs, although I was in town for over two months....'cause she always appeared to be busy at night. Several times when I'd get home from the coffee house, she'd invite me into her flat (beautifully decorated) for coffee, chat, and she'd ask me to play a few tunes. Sometimes her little three year old son would wake up, and she'd bounce him around a bit to the music.

By about the second week I was there, she'd guessed that I didn't make value judgements (about stuff like that) and told me that she was the city's top (her words) call girl. By the third week I did some baby sitting on my nights off, while she drove off in her red Triumph to conduct business. Yep, I WAS fascinated.....BUT she also had a good typewriter, big TV, and a huge collection of interesting records.

She told me some of the strangest tales I could imagine about her work. Prior to meeting her I'd never even imagined that people (especially big shot execs, and City Council types) would PAY to be whipped!! Gawd, I was naive!

Cheers

Rick