Through a quixotic network of social acquaintances, I became a fan of the early Winnipeg Folk Festival before it ever was a festival. As a result, the first half dozen years or more saw me out in Bird's Hill Park the first full weekend of July.
One of the most charming U.S. emigrés to Winnipeg was a performer who claimed Coshocton, OH as his home. A vaudevillian at heart and persona, Peter Paul van Camp (aka Randy Woods) was a perennial favorite. His recitations of poems like "Dairy Products," done in a high, strident voice were, by turns, charming and hilarious.
It was a kinder, gentler time. At least, it felt like a simpler time.
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