(the glorious summer of 1969 AD; we were all young and in love once)
The May afternoon, 1969, when I stepped off the train from Winnipeg and walked two blocks to the old courthouse on Winston Churchill Square where my fiancé worked and we were reunited after a long year apart. This event pretty much showed that the impossible was possible (in true Davies style), and confirmed we were destined to be together despite the parental preferences, geographical and time-apart factors. I pretty much assign my final coming-of-age (I was 19) to this rebellious, romantic event and happening. And Karen and I have been together ever since.
*I sold my beautiful Gibson guitar to a Wpg. pawn shop to buy the train ticket. I have always had my priorities straight in significant matters.)