As I Walked Out On The Streets Of Montréal1
I came across this reported sighting of Leonard Cohen in a 7/31/2007 post to Fashion Minute
Leonard Cohen
Pictured above is my friend, Tamara, (on the left), and in the middle is Mr.Leonard Cohen. Tamara ran into “Leo” on the street in Montréal the other day. They had lunch together the following day. It’s a bit bizarre to see my friends pictured so nonchalently next to the talented musical icon.
OK, I can’t begrudge the blogger or her buddy, Tamara, their accidental rendezvous with Leonard Cohen.2
I have, however, successfully convinced myself that he owes me a similar experience - although that sense of entitlement may dissipate as the level of pain meds (an obtunded mental state is yet another benefit emanating from my fractured hip) in my bloodstream decreases.
So, Leonard, given that I’m limited to left-footed hopping for the next six weeks, you can find me most days lurching somewhere in the area circumscribed by my bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the downstairs office.
Footnotes
- With apologies to Johnny Cash, Arlo Guthrie, Joan Baez, Roy Rogers, Marty Robbins, Chet Atkins, John Cale, and the many, many others who have sung or will someday sing “Streets Of Laredo”↩
- I tried but couldn’t pull off calling him “Leo.” It figures. I also can’t make myself refer to him as “The Poet,” “The Master,” or the other appellations routinely used by his inner core of adherents. I guess I’m stuck with calling him “Leonard Cohen.”↩
