About two weeks ago we were listening to Donovan Woods on the car radio, and I declared boldly “if Donovan Woods came to town, I’d 100% get us tickets.”A week passed.We were driving to Nova Scotia, listening to Donovan Woods on the car radio again. Lisa casually mentioned that she heard something about him coming to play Charlottetown. I looked it up: she was right, but, alas, he was playing Charlottetown Saturday night, and we’d be in Halifax.Sigh.I continued to scroll: he was playing Wolfville on Sunday.We’d be in Wolfville on Sunday!Lisa led the charge to carry us through the wormhole of rejigging our plans so we could stay an extra night. (When I was younger, in my “sure, let’s hitchhike to Vancouver” stage, this would have been seamless; my ship needs more ocean to change course as I age.)We’re booked a hotel.We got tickets.The concert, as it turned out, was being held 35 seconds walk from our hotel, and we ate supper across the street, so little was asked of us, at least as far…
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