Queen Street Trolley to my Stafford Street Home incident

On my way home an RCMP got on and sat next to me.

Around 1972-3

He said, how things goin Mr. Woods-

That's all I remember.

I got home and fell sick near death for 2 weeks.

In and out, I can't remember much.

My wife took such gentle care of me I did recover obviously.

I couldn't put it together for a while.

Now I can.

I remember I tried to recollect then.

I stayed out in the front yard doing curbing and repairing the fence.

I knew trouble was coming.

I gist couldn't figure out from where, why.

I almost sent my wife back to the states with our 2 girls, when her parents came for a visit.

I couldn't put my finger on it.

I knew something was goin down.

I didn't want them to suffer.

I finally got it together and scored a house on Coxwell.

Many a day I had encounters with sharp dressed men who'd watch me come and go from work at the Royal York.

I didn't let it become personal.

I didn't think it was about me.

Until ALTERNATIVE III broke out and my life went to shit.

I couldn't handle the stress of the importance.

Because I KNEW, we really weren't alone.

In retrospect, I should've been at the top of my game.

But I was weigh too innocent.