released February 11, 2013
When you live in Ottawa, you have to move your car a lot. You can't park anywhere without getting a ticket. This is especially annoying in the winter. I wrote the lyrics to this song walking home from moving my car late one freezing cold night. It struck me crossing Kent and walking through the parking lot at Kent and Gilmour. It's about the sad loss of my accountant, Ron. R.I.P.