The other night – actually, it was at the crack of dawn – I was strumming my guitar (alongside a couple of upbeat street kids) when it suddenly occurred to me that my life had come full circle.
And, guess what?
I’ve become my father!
My dad was a music teacher who taught in the day and played in a band – The Jolly Miller’s – at night in Hog Town (Toronto).
In fact, according to my mother, the outgoing Irish immigrant with the wavy hair (and a wealth of friends who was liked by everyone who met him) also jammed with Don Messer (a famed Canadian fiddler who once boasted his own TV variety show on CBC) in his heyday.
I expect that now that I’m playing a musical instrument after years of pursuing other creative pursuits – painting (modern abstracts), acting, and writing (I'm what they call a renaissance man) – Victor would be mighty proud!
Gosh, I’m getting a shiver in my spine just now, thinking about the man!
In honor of my “DAD”, the top of the morning to ‘ya, eh?
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