When I lived in the McGill Student Ghetto, I was told that Richie Havens once lived in the building next door.
Either shortly before or after Woodstock, when he fell in love with a woman who worked at Eaton's. Or so the legend went.
And when I sat on my small rickety wooden balcony, on a hot summer's night, and played my guitar, I would think of him. Because he was amazing.
