i wrote this one on a greyhound bus between my mom's rural manitoba home and winnipeg, my home at the time. my grandfather's recent death (february 2000) prompted this reflection on his character and the profound impact he had on me as the only male and only critical influence in my life. i grew up listening to my grandfather's renditions of old folk songs like 'bobby mcgee' and 'weeping willow'. he played guitar and harmonica and sang as well. it was he who eventually taught me my first chords in 1998, after i began writing songs.