This is Barb Bond...
If you walk down Queen Street West on any given Saturday you will probably bump into Barb. She is a frequent fly along the strip on the weekends. If she is not doing her shopping, she is simply hanging out on one of the many patios having a bevvy of some type (depending on what time of day it is).
When we met it was closer to 9 pm , and we grabbed a table at Mitzi's Sister on Queen West by Roncesvalles . We sat on the patio out back to talk, but managed to get distracted for about half and hour or there abouts… as it turns out between the two of us we managed to know 90% of the people there (being published has it's benefits).
Finally, as I signed my last autograph, we managed to shed the hordes and sneak inside where it was quieter. Bringing our selves back to the task at hand was easier said than done because as we started to talk the band took the stage and the music overpowered the restaurant. Back out on the patio we staggered, determined at this point to accomplish the mission impossible... So we talked a bit, laughed a bit, drank a bit, and finally gave up trying to investigate who Barb was, and what she might like to say… In a nut she, Barb, is a struggling musician, a starving artist, a hippy-dippy pot-smoking anarchist that really just wanted to let me buy her a drink so that she could listen to what our li'l rag is trying to accomplish and how we were plotting to take over the world!
The last thing that Barb said to me as I loaded her into a cab and sent her home (three blocks away!) was this:
“Keep on rockin with Gadzooks, you have a good thing going there don't let anyone take that away from you, and oh ya where is my bag?”