"At the lonely end of the rink"

That title sounds a lot more desolate than this blog will be!
I got tickets to The Tragically Hip last week, and that was the first song they sang... (well, until Gord forgot the words). It was possibly the best Hip show I've ever been to! That the seat were in the 12th row was a big help, was kinda weird to be SO close to the band in such a full arena. Hehehe. It was great - one point they sang Wheat Kings, and it reminded me of a casual sing-song out west a few years back... a bunch of us were at Luther Village for a retreat, some of the guys had guitars, and we were singing Hip songs. (Really, what else would you do in a cabin in the woods?) I remember how we were getting the order of the verses confused, but having fun all the same. So there I was physically with 30,000 people in the stadium, mentally with a handful of friends overlooking a lake. (Barrett - remember that weekend?) It made me smile.
I've often said that I live my life with the intention of having the best stories when (if) I get to the nursing home... this reminded me that I already have the best stories because I already have the best people to share experiences with. My wealth is my friends - and I am rich beyond imagination. Big hugs and love to all of you - I can never verbalise just how much you mean to me.