28 April 2002 --
It was one of those bits of serendipity which I largely frittered away by virtue of being starstruck. Of course, hindsight gives me the gumption to wish I had said far more and made the experience far richer. After some 20 years of seeing Bruce in concert whenever possible – ranging from steamy 80s shows in Fredericton, New Brunswick and Regina, Saskatchewan and a late 90s gem in Portland, Maine to intimate solo triumphs in Toronto, Ontario and Saint John, New Brunswick, I was going to get a chance to actually meet him!
I had just begun work at the University of New Brunswick, Fredericton and St. Thomas University, Fredericton as sessional lecturer and chaplain when I heard the word that Bruce was going to be honorary degree recipient at STU’s graduation. He was going to deliver the convocation address, to boot! I was thrilled, and I started to make plans.
In academic garb with the other faculty, I drew the courage to approach Bruce before the ceremony and quickly hand him an envelope of material I had written about him through the years as a freelance music journalist in The Daily Gleaner (a daily based in Fredericton) and The Anglican Journal (the Toronto-based magazine of the Anglican Church of Canada). I mumbled something about having had great respect for him and his work for many years, and slunk away.
As I looked back a few minutes later, Bruce was still there, now standing alone and looking incongruous in his honorary academic finery. I was kicking myself for not staying longer and talking, and was going to head over that way again.
Just then, the parade marshal called us into position. To add insult to injury, Bruce forgot the manila envelope I had so lovingly prepared and haltingly given as he was hustled into line.
Nearly 3 years after the fact, I have the privilege of sharing Bruce’s inspired words at the graduation that day with participants in The Cockburn Project.
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