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Michael Snow

SALUTE Michael Snow a Canadian Icon has passed away. Condolences to family and friends
I had the pleasure of knowing Michael personally and even attending a few of his art openings. We would often share a glass or two, and maybe even a toke or two, while listening to the talented Jazz band he would bring along. Though I must admit, I did suffer through a couple of his more experimental films. But let's not make this story about me. It's about the incredible party I was invited to after a Michael Snow retrospective at the AGO. Held in a lavish mansion in the affluent neighborhood of Rosedale, Toronto, I couldn't help but feel like a stranger in a strange land. The party had all the makings of a great time with delicious food and an abundance of booze, but it seemed like the usual crowd was missing. Even my attempts to strike up a conversation with Michael were thwarted by the never-ending line of admirers. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I excused myself to find the nearest washroom. As I wandered upstairs, a door suddenly swung open and a head poked out, asking if I wanted to smoke a joint. Without hesitation, I followed the young man inside. To my surprise, he did one of those cool joint mouth flips and passed it to me, almost kissing me in the process. His name was George, and it finally dawned on me that he was none other than George Eaton himself. In no time, his brother Thor and his wife joined us, and we passed the joint back and forth while making introductions. Feeling much more relaxed, we floated down the stairs, thanks to the amazing cannabis. We grabbed some drinks and, not knowing anyone else at the party, followed the Eaton brothers to a cozy refuge under the stairs. As it turns out, they were not big on mingling either, and we spent the rest of the night chatting, drinking, and observing the party from our secluded spot. At one point, an elegant older lady appeared, bringing us drinks and sandwiches. It was none other than Mrs. Eaton, the mother of George and Thor. As I looked around at the surreal scene, I couldn't help but think that I have truly lived a wild and unexpected life.

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