I spent 3 fruitless months job hunting before a position, sort of, dropped into my lap. A great job for 4 1/2 years before my next step in adulthood.
Those years were filled with hours of commuting on the 401 with a Mini-load of friends. All singing along to the hits on the radio.
However, there was one particular track, and album, forever associated with March 1970.
The album of my immigration days. No. 1 when I left the UK, No. 1 when I arrived in Canada. Everywhere I went, people were playing it.
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