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Filed under: Imported

For the last week or so there's been a baseball cap emblazoned with the words Guess Who on the front floating around the CP offices. According to the discussion generated by this clothing item in today's editorial pow wow, this is the name of a current film starring Ashton Kutcher.

But naturally it brought to mind the rock band, primarily famous for singing "American Woman" and for being exploited by Norm Coleman.

When I was living down in South Florida, me and my pal Jay somehow got word that the Guess Who were going to be performing a concert out in the middle of the Everglades. More specifically, the Canadian legends were to be headlining the festivities for Chief Jim Billie's wedding at the Big Cypress Seminole Indian Reservation. So naturally we hopped in the car and drove the 60 miles out Alligator Alley to see if we could crash this affair.

For reasons that elude me, the wedding wasn't difficult to locate. We parked the car in the grass and headed for a huge tent that had been set up to host the party. Sure enough, there was a massive mountain of musical gear clearly identified as belonging to the Guess Who.

Unfortunately the party appeared to be something of a bummer. There were maybe 100 folks sitting around eating cake and drinking punch. A bunch of fat kids were running around and screaming. The Chief didn't seem to be on hand. Neither did the Guess Who (although I'm not sure I would have recognized them). There was no booze discernible. 

We decided to give up on the Guess Who and go get drunk in Weston. This seemed like a fantastically funny idea at the time because Weston is a super-rich suburb populated by members of the Miami Dolphins football squad and boiler room entrepreneurs. But we couldn't find any bars in Weston. So we ended up at the old reliable, Kim's Alley Bar.

Posted by Paul Demko at June 6, 2005 2:25 PM

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