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Throughout my teens and now into my twenties, the Tam's has always been a place to kick back and relax on a Sunday. Smoke a dube, drink some beer(cans only please) and watch grown D&D junkies engage in melee combat.
Every now and again you can get the urge to find some open space and throw the Frisbee around or lay down on the grass, stick your feet in the sky and peddle on the clouds to some very funky people playing some very funky rhythms.
Being from Montreal, you take it for granted. It will be there on Sunday, sure as the sun will come up. I only truly understood how special it was when I met a dude from Manchester in a bar and we were talking about good ol' MTL. He told me that he had arrived on a Sunday and had stayed on St. Viateur and St. Laurent so after he got settled, about midday, he walked outside and headed south a block or two.
Now, this is a moment, a facial expression and a tone of voice that I will never forget. The dude looked at me with this hazed "I'm not from around here" look on his face and said..(insert Manchester accent)
"I just heard these drums, mate"
And so he followed them..."I got to this mountain...AND THERE WAS LIKE 4 THOUSAND PEOPLE THERE"
Apparently he was unaccustomed to such doings or transpirings on the Isle of Manchester. He had said his travels extended to many places and never came across anything quite like it. Now having been around a little myself, I am inclined to agree.
Long live the Tam Tam and the Tamers, alike.
wakawaka
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