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One of my all time favorite bands is in Calgary tonight and unfortunately, I will not be in attendance, namely because I’m a wild man and my schedule dictates that I’m in bed and sawing logs by 9 PM.

I’m talking about the band that brought plaid clothing back the to the forefront of fashion, a band that doesn’t need pyro or half naked girls on stage to give a great show; I’m talking about a band that has continued to keep their eye on the prize and makes music for the sake of making music; Pearl Jam.

The very first time I saw these guys, their album ’10′ was still on the charts and ‘Crazy Mary’ was a new song, so basically 20 years ago.  I lost my shoes that night and woke up in the bed of a stranger’s truck, all contributing to a very memorbable show.  I’ve eperienced Pearl Jam several times since that mosquito infested evening in northern Manitoba and with tickets still available (as of 9:25 AM), for tonight’s gig in Calgary, there’s a part of wondering if the Lawdy Mama would realize I’m missing f

Reap what sow, give you what get, what comes around goes around; call it what you will but I’ve always believed in karma. 

Coffee Karma hit us big time the other day when Timmie’s dropped off some of their goodness my way.  While I wasn’t looking for free java, Cassie and I were talking about the great service I ALWAYS get from the Tim’s on Dunmore during the wee hours of the morning.

Whether I visit Timmie’s once a week, once a month or every day (depending on how cold it is), I ask for the ‘usual’ and the gal who helps me hasn’t forgotten what’s in my order, ever. 

In a time when we live in a ‘microwave’ lifestyle wherever everbody wants something ‘now’ and with social media making it ever quick to ‘diss a bad experience, I find it very refreshing that there are still people nearby that make the effort to swim against the current and bring a smile to a stranger’s face.

While this looks like Pa is getting ready to bunny hop over Een and right onto the Riverhurst Ferry, pictures can be deceiving.

Truth be known, we had just taken the very, very, very long albeit scenic route to reach this spot.  It should have taken a few hours of less riding but we were turned back twice after hitting some less-than-fine pavement.  And here’s Een, stretching out the back before hitting the smoothest part of our ride, none other than the ferry ride itself.