"Everything I needed to know I learned from songs on the radio" Part 1

1964: I am standing at the window, watching the birds eat the berries from the mountain ash. I am transfixed by the song on the radio: four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, all those things that don't change come what may... I do not know where Alberta is, but I do not think he will be happy there...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ql6iQdpRgc

but we've been through that a hundred times or more

This Alberta is an emotional rainshadow. Exhausted by argument and exhortation, it is already too late now, if she does change her mind. There will be no spring from their winter.

1990: A bus pulls away and the girl walks down Bloor, from Bathurst to Bay. Desolation.