Queens Line Lads and Constance Bay Boys at Quyon Quebec
The 1988 or 1989 Labour Day weekend found us in Quyon Quebec at a dive of a joint called McGavins on Saturday night . As a teetotaller, I really didn't belong there. I always felt out of place in a drinking establishment. I definitely didn't belong at a drinking establishment on the wrong side of the Ottawa River. They say, "Nothing good ever happens after midnight". Well, nothing good ever happened over there in that dump, period. This particular night, however, nothing good was happening over there in that dump and was drawing yours truly right into it. There was trouble brewing out back. We hardly even got there and someone was calling Mike outside. Outside out back. That was way worse than outside out front. Out front was more or less Main Street; well populated and well lit. Out back was just a gravel parking lot with lots of room, tailor made for scrapping. And bloodletting. I'll be the first to say in a place like that the smartest thing to have d...