A few years ago I spent a sensational day in Orillia with some of my old buddies, and we did what old buddies do – we talked about the old days. And it confirmed just what I’ve suspected – that I’ve misplaced my memory and I can’t remember where I put it.
One of the guys in the group, Mel St. Onge, took the bull by the horns and not only gave us a tour down memory lane of the streets of Orillia, but also arranged for my oldest buddy Ron Clarke to come up from Kitchener to surprise me.