Frantic double checks with the airlines have ended with the resolution that I simply cannot make it. Evading the self-doubt that there may have been more I had done to get there, I now watch the clock check of each second until they hit the stage for the last time and I sit enthroned with regret and tearful memories.
Tears are not enough.
Memories sweetened by ale and reverberating sounds of the boys' past performances.
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Hi Trevor,
I totally sympathise (or is empathise a better word?) It's already Friday here in Australia, and instead of working I'm trawling the internet for something to assuage the pain of not being in Toronto right now...
:)
s.
Thanks for the sympathy...but lonliness and memories, soothed by loops of music, is the only consolation at this point. If only it could have been a farewell tour...perhaps a movie will be made?
I trust you have become familiar with www.rheostaticslive.com
If not, jump on it and download away.
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