An Old Friend Pt 2

I'm not a big believer in God. I wax and wane on whether or not I believe in Fate or the greek mythological idea of a god for each facet of human behaviour. But today it was hard not to believe. As we crossed the bridge from PEI and hit terra firma moose country, we drove for a short while and hit the gas station we had filled up at the day before on the way to Charlottetown.

He was right where he fell out.

Exactly.

22 hours earlier.

This kicked off a remarkable turn around for the last two days of the tour. The shows were great, the mood lifted and the world seemed conquerable once again. Long live Dusty!