Make It Real One More Time Again
By the time I got into town and parked the car, it was well after 8 o’clock. The street was all but empty in front of Massey Hall, which was no small surprise. It was a safe bet that anyone who had a ticket for the show was comfortably inside, enjoying what they’d spent their money on. There was certainly no one around with a spare. I’m not sure I would have had the money to spend on a ticket, even if there was one to sell. (more…)