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Nils Ling -

I assume you'll be taking me on a personal tour of some of these spots when I come to Kingston in early April to do my show at the Grand ...?

Alan -

As I represent the Grand, a City facility, I will gladly do the same. What date is it?

Nils Ling -

Guessing here ... it's a Sunday .. April 3? Yeah, looks like it.

Alan -

Sounds good. Two weekends later you roam the streets alone as a Boston cousin is getting married and the Campbell/Armenian/New Englander in my genes needs to be there.

Nils Ling -

Last time through, I was there for a week-long run, with my daughter on piano and both of us comfortably ensconsed in the Hojo on the waterfront. Hottest summer in history - viciously hot. And on the Thursday night, the rain arrived - just sheeting down. The hotel roof wasn't up to it, the ceiling in my room gave way right over the desk .. and I got a new laptop out of the deal.

Loved Kingston ... the market on Saturday, the hubbub along the waterfront, the lovely old buildings ... and that great, 3 - storey old bargain emporium near the main intersection on the Waterfront (Princess?) .. I found some wicked deals.

Alan -

At the end, you would be talking about what I call "Snar".

Lisa Howard -

My sister used to live in Kingston. Your pictures bring back fond memories.

John -

I'll have to put together an 'historic Kingston ghetto' pictorial. As beautiful and historic as many of Kingston's well maintained houses are, you'd be shocked at the state of disrepair of many of the houses surrounding the Queen's campus!

Alan -

When I were a lad at Dal law school, we had our own frat in a large old home. Sometime near my grad we were sitting around in a Saturday afternoon in the big old main floor with its beer soaked carpet, plywood bar in the corner and little in the way of furniture when these two elderly ladies came in. We hear "Look dear, here it is" and then "What?!?" and then a lot of unhappy talk. We go over and explain where they were and get to them to a seat. Apparently it was their girlhood home between the wars, their father had been an important banker and the place used to be very swanky. They did not take the offer of a beer and we didn't have a pot for tea.

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