Calgary

It kind of stings when I country doesn't approve of your decisions. I almost didn't get into Canada because they didn't think should be visiting Brian David. They were like no that doesn't make sense... First there was this bitter old native American looking customs guy, he spoke softly and I couldn't really understand him he was just rude and I guess I didn't impress him because he fucking sent me to immigration there I talked to a girl which was easier and she freaking gave me the third degree. Asked me at least 50 questions, she apparently someone whom you knew for four months when they visited two years ago is not enough for you to visit them for 2 months, they also really wanted to know what I was doing here and I failed to think up good answers like hey that stampede thing... she's like yeah that's in July what are you doing until then and I had nothing granted this was at 3 pm I had been up since 5 had a terrible pre boarding experience that I can't even get into and I hadn't had time to get anything eat all day so I was being grilled while Brian and his brother are waiting for me and I'm ready to pass out. She is finally satisfied after I try not to lie toooo much (honestly the truth would have been really complicated so I was forced to lie a bit rather than gleam my life story which she probably couldn't comprehend as truth anyway) Then after I get my luggage which is waiting for me since everyone else on the flight had gone there was another woman who had to check my papers again and she questioned me again, asking if I was staying with family and I said said no but they are really close friends. Fuck, apparently you can't be young and reckless anymore.

Anyway it is interesting in Calgary there is a lot of country music and I'm staying in the country more or less, I'm not going to describe how it effects my psyche but there is a new kind of freedom in there. Everyone I have met has been really nice (save the customs people). I'm pretty sure in all areas tha I don't fit in and maybe it is childish desire for the mainstream the ordinariness which is lacking in Boulder and where it is has a looming grotesqueness that is hard to avoid. IT's as if there they are faking it while here there is a naïve purity about it.

I am still convinced of and obsessed with the confusion surrounding life, it is like I don't quite have the mental capacity to process it, not that it is complicated you know the answer might very well be 42 or something simple but I need more ram o a faster processor maybe if I were a Mac it would work out, clearly I am an old clunkier model. For the moment I am going to try push ups, that may help?

My parents seem to be nostalgic about me going to Calgary, I like their stories so I'll share.

my dad wrote I always have fond feeling towards Calgary because Ian Tyson has a horse ranch north of Calgary.  He sings cowboy songs now but used to be part of  Ian and Silvia  who wrote and sang a lot of  songs together like "Early Morning Rain" and "Someday Soon".  They were popular when I was a ski bum in Aspen.  Me and two friends drove from Aspen to Denver to hear them sing in Concert. one of the people I drove over with was a big Canadien guy who was skiing in Aspen.  For money he used to buy old trucks in Colorado--I mean really old trucks 1948 ford pickups or 1952 Chevy pickups.  Fix them up a little and then drive them back to Canada to sell.  He could get $1200 for a $400 truck that he bought here in Aspen or Glenwood Springs in Calgary or Edmonton.  He would drive them up and sell them then hitch-hike back to Aspen.  The $800 would do him fine in "The Dorm" where we all lived for several months.  He had a girlfriend who was a waitress and brought him back half eaten steaks every night so he never needed to buy food.  He would just buy dope and ski then, buy another old truck and head back to Canada. Ski tickets were only $6.50 in Aspen but nobody would buy them.  We all would just sleep in til 11 then walk over with our skiis to the parking lot.  The tourist from Texas would all be tired by 11 and we would ask them for there tickets-If they were done. I also went to the concert with a girl named Kathy who was in Aspen recouperating from a car accident.  Her face was slightly scarred but she liked to ski and worked as a waitress in the Swiss Chalet.  I could not get Jennifer Bates to come with me although she liked Ian And Sylvia . She lived in the  room next to Kathy but was a nice English girl and would just drink tea and never skied.  We would sit in the dorm and talk about Scotland and England. It was 1967 and neither of us had met Charlie or visited Boulder much.  We were in love with Aspen.  Anyway, I digress, you should remember Ian and Sylvia, they were singing on the tape recorder the day you were born.  The Doctor at Saint Mary's Hospital in  Grand Junction had asked us to bring some  music tapes  we like to  play while you were being born. It would be soothing during the stressful period.  He had never heard Ian and Sylvia before but he liked them.  Think back I bet you  remember them  playing.  Anyway if you run into Ian on his horse ranch or in your travels around Calgary you can tell him he was singing when you were born.

Hey, maybe if they made deodorant that self warmed instead of being all cold I'd like it more, and why don;t they make good scents? Just a thought.