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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Cribbage and the King of Rock-n-Roll...

From The Canoe Dossier:

"I can tell you exactly where I was on August 16, 1977. I was only 8 years old that summer, and I don't remember much else about it, but I doubt if I'll ever forget the day I learned that The King was gone.

I was with my family, and we were gathered around a pine picnic table, in a cabin on a tiny, rocky island in Georgian Bay. We were all whiling away a rainy day. My mom and dad were playing cribbage, as I recall, and my sister and I were doing a jigsaw puzzle. I even remember the picture on the puzzle: an English fighting ship under full sail. Outside it was grey and wet; inside, we had a woodstove and a radio."

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