Party? Did someone say party?
How did I miss this one last week?
Since I'm older than dirt, I'm no longer easily embarrassed, and not often at a loss for words.
Stan Rogers may not be familiar to those outside of Canada, but I was in love with him. Hero worship. It's almost 30 years since he died, and I cry still.
In my early twenties, two friends and I roadtripped up to Ottawa to go see him in a bar. Figured it would be our last chance to see him in that intimate a setting, he was getting to be a really big name in folk circles.
Break time comes, and Karen and I muster our courage to go speak with the great man himself. I manage to ask when he was next playing Kingston (my hometown), and he replies "Next time someone offers me $3,000."
Karen pipes up: "That's only $2,999.75 more than she charges"
Stan pulls a dollar out of his pocket and asks "Will that cover the whole night?"