I have this silly memory of the very first time I went home after I moved out. My parents still lived in Terrace for a while after I moved to Vancouver. I don�t even think I had lived in Vancouver that long in fact I was probably living in Dirty Burn [Burnaby, a suburb]. I know it was also the Thanksgiving long weekend though because John Denver died that weekend and it was really fucking trippy to all three of us that I just happened to be home when the artist that I had grown up listening to, saw live at three with Gordon Lightfoot at Canada�s Wonder Land and as an adult still love like he is still here had died and we just happened to be together when it happened, when he crashed his plane. Most people have no idea how much that man did for music and tried to do for music for the protection of freedom of speech for artists.
My Dad and I had this tradition that faded in and out depending on my age that we always went to movies together. The movie theatre in Terrace is the worst theater in the entire world. Ok fine so your feet stick to the floor but fuck it�s the seats, the worst seats EVER. I have no idea what movie it was but it was like less than a half and hour till it started and I was getting nervous and feeling anxiety and I was like Dad we gotta go man we gotta go we are going to be late what are you doing lets GO!!! He swiftly reminded me we were on northern time and we left five minutes before the movie started and made it on time drove there and everything didn�t even miss the previews. I bet you it is the Terrace movie theatre that is responsible for my having to have ass surgery.
