With the Fogies at Fogerty

"I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?"
- John Fogerty, "Have you ever seen the rain?"

John Fogerty gave an amazing two hour concert at Casino Rama last night. He looks the same. He sounds the same. His energy was unwavering. John Fogerty turned 65 in May. Last night, to a sold out crowd of 5,000 old fogies and geezers, Fogerty sang his heart out. A consumate musician, he entertained us by changing his guitar with almost each song. The array of his instruments moved from a guitar made from a baseball bat (used when he played Centerfield) to metallic red and brilliant turquoise versions. At the end of the show, Fogerty tripped on the stage and fell, breaking his guitar string in the process. He sprang up with the agility of a twenty year old, made a brief joke and carried on, barely missing a beat.

My day yesterday included a trip to the Rogers store in Bayview Village to pick up a new Blackberry to replace the one Rogers technical services finally declared defective. Because I was unable to provide the cardboard carton my Blackberry had been sold in, the store manager refused to take the defective model back. A distinctly unpleasant exchange ensued. I left without a new Blackberry. I think when I told the store manager I would be contacting Nadir Mohamed (president of Rogers) directly, he thought I was making an idle threat. Big mistake. Mr. Mohamed's office contacted me while I was on route to Rama to advise I could pick up my new Blackberry from the Bayview Village store whenever I wished to do so. I doubt it was a good day in the life of the Bayview Village store manager.

Other than that trip to Bayview Village, I'm going to try to do today what I've been trying to do all week but for one reason or another have been unable to do - stay off my feet and rest. My body is exhausted. My feet are aching and my blisters are breaking all over the place. I don't remember hurting this much after the other 60k walks I've made. But perhaps, at 55, my memory is failing me as badly as my feet.