It was summertime, '69, and I was on my first holiday job working in a management office in London. One afternoon I opened the door of my office and there stood this dream in brown suede, fringed jacket, denims and cowboy boots. Gord had been booked to appear on tv and he had come by with some
promo records. Desperately trying to appear grown-up and not at all affected by this stranger who smiled at me so kindly,(he could probably see the rush of love in my eyes) I tripped over the carpet and was
steadied by the Lightfoot hand. Oh be still my heart! The record was 'The Circle is Small' and I sent copies to everybody I knew thus enrolling several new fans for him.
My love and admiration for the man has never wavered throughout the years. He is still
the best - the one and only. Why he chose Liz instead of me I'll never understand (and Wes, dont you dare say a word ...)
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