I never saw him on the John Abbott campus again, and had even almost forgotten his existence, collecting several similar experiences over the years. But in 1992, when in the Quebec legislature, I was back in Montreal drinking in Grumpy's on a Friday night, and ran into him.. He was very drunk, almost incoherent. I wouldn't have recalled him, but he remembered me, or perhaps 're-remembered' me when I became a public figure of sorts. He was not unfrirendly, but still wanted to talk, incoherently, about that encounter with me almost twenty years before. I was with a guy named Bob Marier, brother of a well-known Montreal radio announcer, who worked briefly for me on the West Island. Marier, to my astonishment, greeted the 1970s illiterate as a celebrity. He informed me that the guy had been a member of a very famous Canadian downhill skiing team, who had been at the Winter Olympics a few years before, and who had apparently been celebrated, and much admired by guys like Marier, for their speed and their nearly insane recklessness. They were actually known, I gathered, as 'those crazy Canadians'.
