| There I was minding my own business, inserting Bruno's Sur Scene in my personal CD player. Enjoying the half empty train carriage, anticipating meeting all the Brunettes and attending the concert. I wasn't looking for a Bruno Moment, but one presented itself. (Why Prisca, you cry dear reader, it wouldn't be a Bruno Report without a Bruno Moment!) The steward rolling the serving cart up the aisle stopped at my seat , looked down and said, "Oh, you must be from Montreal, not Toronto. I have that CD - pointing to Sur Scene. I bought it last week." At which, he paused, and I jumped in and said, "No I"m from Toronto. Do you like the CD?" "You can't be from Toronto, nobody outside Quebec knows Bruno." "True, for the most part, but we are doing our best to rectify that." "What is your favourite song on the CD?" he responds, with an incredulous look on his face. Before I could answer, he picked up the jewel case and pointed to Le Manic. "Do you like that one?" We agreed that it has a haunting melody and was excellent. He shook his head in disbelief once again, and continued up the aisle. It was Bruno weather, after a week of snow, slush and rain. The sun shone. The sun was warm. The roads were clear. The fields along the rail line looked as if they had been covered with golf ball skin, all the snow was dimpled from melt. At the station, there appeared to be no one to meet me. The train was 30 minutes late. I wasn't worried, but it meant that I had to stand on the platform, with giraffe neck....you know straining upwards, while swiveling my neck to see over the tops of the people waiting on the platform. Then I heard my name called and there sauntering across the parking lot was the welcoming committee. Jocelyne, Diane, Cynthia, Johanne and Lisa from Virginia. While walking me to the car, Diane explained that I would have to put my things in the trunk as the car was very full. I stopped long enough to lean in and wave at the Nebraska Sisters, Sandy and Denise who were waiting in the back of Jocelyne's car. Yes folks, we had ourselves a convoy. I hadn't been paying attention to Diane, concentrating as I was on disconnecting myself from mon sac a Bruno et les autres choses. I finally go to the car door and jump. There is somebody in the back seat! Still, dark and brooding. I looked closer and screamed! BruTwo was accompanying us to the Cabane a Sucre! BruTwo had been alouded by Madame Chaput to leave his station in the livingroom. He was dressed in his baseball jacket, with a matching scarf to protect his throat. And also, I was told, to hide the mess his barber had made of his barbiche! So I snuggled in beside the B-Two boy, who for the most part kept his hands to himself. I won't tell you what I was doing with my hands. |
