No one ever forgets their first time. Do they? Mine was at The Ebony Knight coffee house in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. A place where I used to go to be infatuated by this bucktoothed blonde with flared nostrils and Everest height cheekbones called Joni Anderson....
Don Day’s mother wasn’t exactly fond of organized religion and this despite the fact that one of my father’s cushiest jobs ever was chauffering for a convent in a grand old Austin Princess (the sisters weren’t exactly out every night). My...
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