Everybody ready?
MAN: Ready.
Stage right, flying away.
Nah. Sounds good.
I'm going to go...
Can you go back by the school?
They’re widening the road.
The trees are gone in front of it,
and the golf course across the road
is being converted to a subdivision.
Yeah, okay. I'll go back by the school
or go down by the school road and go,
and then go out to the main drag,
and then go down towards the house.
This is Omemee.
This is a little... This is a town in North Ontario.
That's the mill that...
That used to be the mill down there,
where I used to catch fish and...
When I was just five years old or whatever.
That's where I was one of the town's premier fishermen.
We used to have a wagon. And I would carry...
Take my wagon down, and fill it full of fish and take all the fish home.
Turtles, fish, you name it, I had them in my wagon,
and I pulled my wagon through town.
It was pretty cool.
One of my biggest memories
is the place called Skinny Reel's,
which is not there anymore,
but it's a place where there were little wooden boxes of daisies,
and they’d be out on the sidewalk, all these colored daisies.
And I'd, you know...
I'd just look at them.
This is George Street, here.
This is... The school used to be right down here.
Now it's a park or something.
But it was a big three-story school
with a large fire escape up the side of it.
There was this tube
for the kids to get out if it caught on fire.
I don't know how it would ever catch on fire.
It was brick.
So we'd get... Climb up inside the fire escape,
all the way to the top,
and then ride down the tube and come shooting out the bottom.
That was a lot of fun.
This house here, this is the reverend's house.
This is where the reverend used to be.
And right here, over here,
across the street, is the Coronation Hall.
This is the Village of Omemee Coronation Hall.
This is where my dad...
There's a hall in there,
holds about 100 people,
a stage and everything.
My dad appeared there
in a minstrel show.
And he was the only white guy. He was the white guy.
Had a, kind of a beige jacket.
And everybody else was in blackface.
All these, you know, Irish Canadians in blackface.
And there's a picture of me with my cowboy outfit on,
standing right here.
I think I killed a turtle right in front of the place
by sticking a firecracker up its ass and lighting it.
As children, you know, young people will do.
So, my environmental roots are not that deep.
And my green roots.
But this is a new version.
The old church is behind it.
Hey, buddy. Yeah, thank you.
And this writer who was a friend of my dad's, with his three daughters,
they lived in that house.
But they were all too old for me.
I don't know where Bob's going.
I think he's taking me somewhere.
That's my brother, Bob, up there in that old Cadillac.
Oh, no, I know where he's going now.
This is right... Now, this is...
My dad, of course, was very famous in Canada
'cause he was a great writer.
And this is the school they named after my dad, right here.
This is Scott Young Public School.
And I was here with my dad and everybody else
when they dedicated the school to him and opened it up.
It's a pretty cool school, actually. It's made out of stone.
And it's nice.
Now, there used to be an arena, a rink around here somewhere.
I'm a little confused as to where everything is.
It just seems to be in a different place now than it was before.
That's probably because I was so small.
Everything looked different.
Just taking our way, winding our way back through the countryside,
following my brother here, who's taking us on a...
He's the scout.
So, he'll take us
and go all the way to Massey Hall, I think.
Or just get a shot of the car going to Massey Hall.
You never know.
We just passed Goof Whitney's house.
Goof was older than me,
and he used to give me, like,
he'd give me a nickel to go up and say, you know,
"You have a fat ass," or something to an old lady.
You know... So l...
You know, he'd give me a nickel, I'd do anything.
And he also convinced me that eating tar was a good idea.
I should try it. It's a lot like chocolate.
Said it's harsh at first, but it turns into chocolate.
So I tried eating some tar off the road.
That was the beginning of mu close relationship with cars, I think.
When I do my listening, I only listen in cars.
I don't give a shit if I'm listening on a speaker this big.
I can tell if I like the music
by listening to it in a car.
This is beautiful.
Really, this whole, this is so peaceful out here.
When I come up here, I just start thinking about...
And it feels so good, you know,
just to sit there at the lake and let the sun hit you,
and watch the loons and listen to the honkers flying around,
Look at the perch and the sunfish in the water,
see the fishermen out there in their little boats.
Very cool.
Caesarea, township of Scugog.
So, you know, like, my brother is going at a pace
that's absolutely perfect. You know what I mean?
There's nothing about the pace that's rushed,
and yet he's going to beautiful places
and he's just going and there's...
He's not going too slow, he's not going too fast.
These trees.
Yeah, there was a huge weeping willow tree, which is where that stump is.
Seeing the house after it had burned down,
and looking through the window
and seeing the floor with the holes in it
and everything burned and everything...
This is pretty well...
It was right here.
I would say it was on this lawn.
This lawn was...
My mother's pride and joy, I think, was this lawn.
The house across the street used to be the Knoph's place.
K-N-O-P-H. Yeah. Something like that.
That was the greens keeper and his couple of daughters he had there.
Yeah, that's right, yeah.
We're back here.
I haven't been in here in a long time.
I don't know...
I remember, I used to have a pup tent.
Yeah.
So, I lived in this pup tent out here during the summer,
and my dad would call out of the back door to wake me up,
and I'd have to stick my hand out of the tent
to let him know that I was awake.
And I slept on a cot in a little pup tent
so I could be out closer to my chickens.
I think that's why I was out there.
There's garbage back there.
This is the property line with our neighbors.
Every once in a while, a fox would get into these,
that chicken house. Yeah.
I remember coming out here and sitting on top of the chicken house
with a shotgun when I was a kid,
waiting for the fox to show up.
It didn't show up. No.
Cool. Yeah.
MAN: Oh, man.
Fuck.
It's all gone.
It's in my head.
That's why you don't have to worry when you lose friends.
'Cause they’re still in your head,
still in your heart.
Well, we didn't get off at Yonge Street.
This is Bayview.
We're in a different area now. Crossed over.
We're pretty close.
Certainly doesn't look anything like it did before,
but I can smell it.
There it is.
On the left, middle of the next block.
MAN 1: Stand by, house lights. Stand by, house music forward.
MAN 2: That's for all the living work.
This is good.
MAN: I agree.