Spring-Summer-Fall 1972: Robert Ziegler and I read poetry (him) with flute accompaniement (me) in local Halifax’s downtown park; also at local high school where we get the surprise of our life. I move on, meeting Scott Smith and Dave & Janet Romeril. My idea to build an A-frame out of plastic prompts me to write the Canadian Government for permission to build a temporary artists residence and live in it rent-free. This leads to Scott and I wintering in it, experiencing fierce winter storms, an eerie silver glow on moonlit nights, breathing walls and one of the most amazing sounds I’ve ever heard, the echoing rifle-like sounds of lake ice cracking, fading into the night.