Be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road

Ourselves to Know, Warren Zevon), 2000.

We left Constantinople in a thousand ninety-nine
To restore the one True Cross was in this heart of mine
To bring it to Jerusalem and then sail home to Rhodes

We took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know

Everyone got famous, everyone got rich
Everyone went off the rails and ended in the ditch
But we had to take that long hard road to see where it would go

Yeah, we took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know

Now if you make a pilgrimage, I hope you find your grail
Be loyal to the ones you live with even if you fail
And be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road

As you take that holy ride yourselves to know
You take that holy ride yourselves to know

My sixty seconds with all elite franchisee lawyers.

[caution: naughty words]

In Bruges, 2008

A unified Canadian franchisee bar?

Good news for those that control which lawsuits go forward.

Lawyers in Love, Jackson Browne, 1983

Am I the only one who hears the screams
And the strangled cries of lawyers in love?

More than this, you know there’s nothing

More than This, Roxy Music in 1982

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they’re blowing?

As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?

More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we’re going?

No care in the world
Maybe I’m learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?

More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, now there is nothing

More than this, nothing
More than this
More than this, nothing

There was I – many times a fool

Dance Away, Roxy Music

Ain’t no room on board for the insincere.

You’re my witness,
I’m your mutineer.

Meet the new boss, Same as the old boss

It’s okay to get fooled.

Once.

It wasn’t just your franchisor. It’s all of them.

Zig Ziglar said that each person knows 250 people.

You didn’t know then. You know now.

Don’t hide your light.

It may be those who do most, dream most.

I’ve always wondered why franchisees are criticized for believing in themselves and others.

I know I have to learn more discernment.

But please, don’t knock trying to improve things or yourself.

That’s kills dreams and people.

The cartoonist/blogger Hugh MacLeod has an interesting story. He frequently gets emotions, especially isolation.

Humour helps.

— Stephen Leacock

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair

Girl From The North Country, Bob Dylan

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

You Make the Dough, I Get the Glory

Ms. Edwards opened for The Hip in Barrie last winter.

Good clean fun.

I Make the Dough, You Get the Glory, Kathleen Edwards

Blazing a trail to the southern cities
From the streets of our hometown.
Basement bars, we played from the heart
In the company of our friends.
If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.

You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Ford Temple, you’re a Maserati.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.

Big fish, small pond and some cover songs
That we sang along the way.
We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge
– cheese burgers and chocolate shakes.
And once I got drunk with Jeb,
I told him I was in love with you.
But I love you like a brother
So I guess that half of it was true.

And you’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Dodge Sparkle, you’re a Lamborghini.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.

If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.

I’m sure it’s been said in the finer print
You make me look like Janet May.
Heavy rotation on the CBC,
whatever in hell that really means, yeah.

You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory