Once again, you got me. Way back in the early 90's, Buddy Guy and his wife came and he played at our Anonymous Gathering at Camp Maluhia. He was kind and gracious to all and played a rocking set all night. What a treat it was for our small fellowship. And I also loved the piece on your conflicts about Mother's Day with a lovely song by Brandi.
Rena, you are so very kind! To be honest, I'm a little hesitant to include personal stuff in what's meant to be a Substack about music stories, And yet, in part since the stories (mostly) happened with me as part of them, I figure readers might want to know some personal stuff about the person who's stories they're reading — and you encourage me! Warning: I'm going up share some tales about my so-called "career" as a boy newspaper reporter in the north of England in the 50s! Meanwhile it's slowly becoming Spring in Toronto; I live next to a huge park, which turned from dark grey to green in the last few days. And two days ago I had my morning coffee on a patio in real sunshine...hope springs eternal!
Hey Richard. I’m in London right now and you can now tap your credit card from your Apple Wallet on your iPhone on the London transportation system. Nasty thing for non-residents with the Oyster card is that you always end your visit with some left over!
But when you come home you can give it to a friend who's going to London...In fact, I think I remember getting refunded anything left over (nd the cost of the card) when I turned the card in just before I left, but my memory is a bit shaky as to where I turned it in...
Loved the Buddy Guy story so much.
Once again, you got me. Way back in the early 90's, Buddy Guy and his wife came and he played at our Anonymous Gathering at Camp Maluhia. He was kind and gracious to all and played a rocking set all night. What a treat it was for our small fellowship. And I also loved the piece on your conflicts about Mother's Day with a lovely song by Brandi.
Rena, you are so very kind! To be honest, I'm a little hesitant to include personal stuff in what's meant to be a Substack about music stories, And yet, in part since the stories (mostly) happened with me as part of them, I figure readers might want to know some personal stuff about the person who's stories they're reading — and you encourage me! Warning: I'm going up share some tales about my so-called "career" as a boy newspaper reporter in the north of England in the 50s! Meanwhile it's slowly becoming Spring in Toronto; I live next to a huge park, which turned from dark grey to green in the last few days. And two days ago I had my morning coffee on a patio in real sunshine...hope springs eternal!
Nice!
Hey Richard. I’m in London right now and you can now tap your credit card from your Apple Wallet on your iPhone on the London transportation system. Nasty thing for non-residents with the Oyster card is that you always end your visit with some left over!
But when you come home you can give it to a friend who's going to London...In fact, I think I remember getting refunded anything left over (nd the cost of the card) when I turned the card in just before I left, but my memory is a bit shaky as to where I turned it in...