Wednesday, June 22, 2011

me old Nana

Amy Shippen was from Yorkshire, trained as a milliner by age 10, her da (my great gramps) was a master stonemason, who did the stone facing on at least 2 provincial legislatures (manitoba n sask) as well as the still cool-looking Hudson Bay bldg. in Winterpeg. Anyway Amy came over to Canada after her da had a steady livin, and she married my rounder gramps Jack, who was a hard drinkin Scot who put in a whole lot of telephone poles n wired em, with a horse, a come-along, and a lot of sweat.
The tale: Nana (Amy) was staying at our house, 1975, had just seen some news item about dangerous bikers, and who pulls into the driveway but my fave cuz Art, on a 250 Hodaka with a straight pipe. Loud as fuck. She ran around the house pulling curtains and locking doors. He was 20, had a chick on the back, just back from a party weekend looking for my brother. Or maybe girlfriend just needed to pee.
I respect my ancestors, I still have a few floatin around to advise me, but I understand being afraid of grizzlies eatin your stock more than some kid on a noisy bike.
She always was big on manners, Nana, I think I learned a few from her. And I like a nice hat.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

message to my Texan bud who moved to the east coast

My dog kicks ass, even more so with a gal in my bed.

Good day, sir.

Got my gal from Winnipeg moved in, all going well. Nice to come home to more organization than the bachelor squalor that was me and my son for past couple yrs. He is back at his ma's, so he doesnt have a dope clubhouse in my house anymore, but hope he remembers that time fondly when he is old enough to not resent me for ending it. Just turned 18, turned from good metal to hip-hop. Sigh.
Was just out in the yard with my gracefully aging dog, it was a good time. Worth two beers and 3 smokes, and he liked it too, got a brushout with a fine rain falling, so it was probably like a day at the spa for him. He didnt want to come in until I did, even when it started pouring. I had a raincoat, he did not.
One thing about cellphone updates is they lack detail. If you feel like tellin some tales of your current life, I got an ear.
And if you can ever sneak across the border ( I recommend North Dakota, we got Burning Spear across once to play a gig) come on out for a look at the Canadian West. Foldout futon couch in the spare room.

all the best, pardner. Gus McRae aint just a character in a book, he is a philosophy

Gord

p.s. Didja make it to Bonnaroo?