Welcome to KlezKanada
One of these days I am going to discover just how fast you can go on Canadian highways, especially through the small towns which post those nominal “50km” signs) before a mountie pulls you over and gives you a ticket. This trip was lucky. And yet, as usual, between distance, traffic slowdowns—did you realize that starting KlezKanada on a weekday, as we’re doing this year—means driving through Montreal during rush hour (for many of us). Imagine a major world city without a ring road. Imagine that there is no less traffic; rather, it crowds through the same rivers of cars through the city.
In any event, the weather is good, if chilly. The music in the Retreat Center is excellent and hot. The Oban in my room is warming, but distant.
Oh, and did I mention that Internet connectivity is working, and has continued to work all evening? We’ll see how long this lasts.
So far, I have seen dozens of old friends, none for long enough. And I’ve met a slew of new-to-me people. Wherever I go—the stairwell, the lecture halls—any hall—people are playing. And in the main Retreat Center hall, people are gathered in the vicinity of the noshes shoozing and catching up.

