and I looked for hash, played pool in Ste Anne's. Met Ralph
and Mike on St John's and Hymus.
and I went to CHOM, saw the reception room
[a fine room].
Before one of these visits, Mike and
I had a strange experience. Outside Westmount Square, an old
man (a street person) began to talk to us. I didn't want to
but Mike did. The man said he had a knife and did we want
to see it, at which he took it out (pointed at us). For a
split second I didn't know what he was going to do, but luckily
he did nothing...
an uncle (My sister Sue had a son; Jamie). Mike, Ralph and
I at CHOM, took souvenirs.
June 11 Wednesday
At the Rope in the Pits. Mike Sue and Heather
[the Rope was just that, a rope tied to a high branch over the
stream, on which people would swing. I took my first photos
since March 26, 1974, and the first using a 35mm camera].
Then we drove along Lakeshore and Gouin (through Senneville)
[I would drive this route many times in the future, to think
pictures and autographs for my aunt and myself of Bobby Orr
at Eaton's downtown [my aunt was
a Boston fan, and I though Bobby Orr, when young, was the
cutest man alive...]
Mike and I played 'Elfer Raus' all night, to try to beat me
(I won nine times). [Elfer Raus was
a German card game I knew how to win, Mike had introduced
it to us at his place earlier in the year].
Ralph took Mike? and I to his Philosophy of God class at Abbott.
Mich and I saw the movie 'Tommy'.
[I didn't like it , but they did].
at sunset Gillian, Abby and I walked up to Mount Royal for
the Fête Nationale. 150,000 other people there too.
Met Rob, Mich, Mike and Ralph, and went with them. Gillian
and Abby went elsewhere. [Wild]
Mike and I went to CHOM. Watched TV downstairs, made tea.
and I went to Mt Royal, Rob and Mich too drunk to come.
[I brought a newly bought Quebec flag, to help camouflage
the fact we were English].
There were 400,000 people there. [the
place was a sea of beer cans and garbage. One guy had made
a large fleur de lys by pushing beer caps into the ground.
There was a bonfire beside Beaver Lake. Only French was heard...
Ralph has photos taken sometime during this weekend]
129. Wayne Paquette was the teacher, a former monk. At the beginning
there were a few believers, by the end no one was sure. I think
I went more than Ralph and I wasn't even in the class. Peter
Fiset was in it too. One night he was there on mesc. At the
end everyone got up and left, leaving him sitting in the dark...
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