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Hello
Fellow *Doob* Family:
My first personal...Guy D. ...not Gee (I didn't ask for the name). Put it all together and you've got your *cold country* contact in the north country. I live in the wilderness of Northwestern Ontario, Canada. Having said Canadian, I eat plenty of breakfast Canadian *back bacon* I drink plenty of Ontario 9% (alcohol by volume beer). This *houch* sends everyone from the south to their knees when they come to this place to catch big freshwater fish: Northern Pike, Walleye (Yellow Pickerel), Smallmouth/Largemouth Bass, 48 lb. + Muskies (nice) and numerous other Ontario trophy size sport fish. I'm surrounded on every side by water... thousands of miles of crystal clear water. The fur trappers/tradders first came to this place via
the Great Lakes in the late 1800's. These *voyageurs* travelled by
canoe through The Lake Of The Woods (Kenora, Ontario) and headed north via
The Winnipeg River System until they arrived here (in this beautiful community
of 60 people-or-less). Once on shore they stopped in this fur
trading place called Minaki (pronounced Mee Nah Kee) named after the Ojibwa
Indians (which means) *The Beautiful Country* These french voyageur fur traders
dropped off their pelts at our local Hudson's Bay Post, picked up some spare
cash, partied on the shores of this enormous water shed, left a few *first
nation woman* impregnated, and went on their merry way to continue trapping
until they reached Lake Winnipeg. The children born out of wedlock went on
to create a first nation society now known to-day as *The M�tis Aboriginal First
Nations People* With the closing of The Hudson's Bay Trading Post,
the traditional way of life entered a new era (sometime during the mid
60's).
During this
closure period in time and during the time of the *white man* locating in
Minaki, this young *punk* walked into *the place* in a Toronto downtown
record store known as *Sam The Record Man* I can't remember if I was a
little *high at the time* or if I was barely old enough to be called
*legal*. I heard this remarkable song playing on the Hi-Fi inside the
record store (they always put the album beside the *turn- table* so one could
see who was filling the store with music); this Hi-Fi system *kicked ass*.
I remember seeing these guys sprawled out on a couch with what appeared to be
*hookers* sitting on their laps and standing behind them. These guys were
dressed somewhat like myself during the late 60's early 70's (minus the
old west get-ups). I remember the song as if it were yesterday...Listen To The
Music. So, with my $5.00 Canadian green-backs in hand, I bought the album,
took it home along with Chicago 2's new release and went straight to the
comforts of my bedroom *sparked up* with my downtown Toronto purchase (
$20.00/ ounce of Black Lebanese) and prepared for this new addition to my
record collection ( a group called The Doobie Brothers).
That my
friends, was more than 30 years ago to-day. That night saw The Doobies butt
heads with: The Doors, The Who, The Rolling Stones, The Kinks, The
Zombies, Grand Funk Railroad, Chicago, The Grateful Dead, Black Sabbath, Jimmy
Hendrix, and many more. I've been a *Doob* fan ever since.
The Dobbies
have stood the test of time (from 45's - L.P.'s - 8 Tracks - Audio Tapes -
C.D.'s - MP3's). They are the masters of their chosen way of life, they are
living their destiny... their world. They have filled our world with
music, helped us all through troubled times; their music lives on in
our memories, in our daily lives, and now second generations are* tuning-in* to
their magical mystery tour . My daughter now 31 years old (I'm divorced)
listened to The Doobs ever since she was a kid (she had no choice).
She's the second generation. My son (also from the first marriage is
21) is also a Doob fan (I was 16 years old when I got married...go figure my
age). I can go on and on, but I'll bring it to a close...I migrated from
Toronto to Minaki some 14 years ago (brought my Doob stuff with me), and left
everything else behind in Toronto (including the animals) thus, fulfilling my
childhood dream to move north; here I am to-day.
I studied 4
years in Paramedicine (I'm an Primary Care Paramedic working on a machine
called an Ambulance). My further studies include Critical Care Flight Paramedic
serving this region of approx. 500 square kilometres (mostly wilderness
territory serving the vast number of Native Reserves) scattered throughout this
*beautiful country* A Flight Paramedic is just that...We go into the wilderness
native reserves providing emergency medical/trauma life
support.
My passion,
of course music (I'm a local DJ during the summer in this community
playing music for cottagers and tourists at the local bar...the only
bar). When I'm not working full time, I'm the coordinator/manager of
Minaki's Volunteer Ambulance Service. In addition (whatever spare time I have
left) I provide emergency medical care to the 25,000 seasonal visitors
that require pre-hospital care. As well, I attend a reserve
located approx. 50 klms. from Minaki to the north which is home to about 700
first nations persons.
When I want
to let my hair down from my pony tail, I get in my *black beauty*... a 1969
Plymouth Mopar muscle car and go for a ride. It's a fully restored
black interior/exterior - 4 speed standard Hurst shifter - 383 power house cubic
inch big block engine and *Rock Down The Highway* (wanna come 4 a
ride)?
For those
member's that have the ICQ network...search me . . . doc cyberpunk...icq #
43271460
"Be true to
yourselves"
*doc*
Long live The Doobie Brothers... |
