I Sang To The Cops


My singing debut was in a Toronto jail during the late 1960's and featured some of my favourite Neil Young tunes. I had entered a home near Yonge and Eglinton where Bob Dylan was singing, and on discovering that it was a recording, not Bob himself, I became perturbed and quite vocal. The resident freaks understood, of course, and were most accommodating, but a neighbour called the police. When they rolled down the street (I think it was Roselawn Ave) I approached the cruiser and proceeded to recite the part numbers for each letter of the ‘P-L-Y-M-O-U-T-H’ nameplate on the cruiser's header panel (I was a Chrysler parts clerk), and this feat of recall earned me a trip to the lock-up. I'll tell you the rest of the story another time, the good lord willing and the creek don't rise.

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2 Responses Apr 3, 2012

At least tell me if the cops appreciated Neil Young!

Haha....and now I have to use the awful new EP search stories feature to see if you ever did tell the rest of the story...or else you could just tell me if you did or not and save me a whole lot of time ;-)