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Leonard Cohen kicks some major butt. The older gentleman is in his 70s and played a 3 hour set. He just wouldn’t quit! He makes young women want to make love to him. You can’t learn that in school. That is a gift from god.

Yesterday morning we got up and decided to plow straight through to Minneapolis. We stopped at a Tim Horton’s for an iced cappuccino and honey-dipped Tim Bits from a teenager with acne. Fishwich’s friend from Toronto said that Tim Horton’s is like the Starbuck’s of Canada. Maybe, but I think it is more like the McDonald’s of Canada without the beef.

The border patrol coming into America doesn’t have a sense of humor so I kept my mouth tight. We didn’t want them to tear apart the car over a carton of soy milk.

In Chicago we hit a traffic jam and a thunder storm. Come Wisconsin, it was dark and we hit even more thunder storms. After seven hours of driving I began to hallucinate and almost put us in a ditch trying to pull over to switch drivers.

Fishwich plowed through and did a bang-up job driving through the weather and then we switched drivers again. By this time, I was having a full-on LSD flashback and saw a team of imaginary deer running across the highway.

Then we stopped for beef jerky.

Finally, we crossed the Hudson river, and then hopped on Old Shepherd road into Minneapolis.

Toronto has shitty beer, or at least we couldn’t find the India Pale Ale and as soon as we zomb-ied through the front door, Fishwich popped open his IPA homebrew and we drank deep from the bottle.

All in all, the trip was great. I left out all the good parts. Glad to be back, and thank you J and M for taking such good care of Isobel.

Sincerely,

Father Hoolihan

P.s. J scoops the litter! Amazing!!!!!!!