Wendy C. lives in Toronto. I first heard Van Morrison when I was only 19 years old, ‘way back when this album first came out. I was with my (then) boyfriend, a guy named Buddy Landermann from New York, who had served in Viet Nam. He was a tall, poetic, rugged, long-haired hippie who had come to Canada to escape the memories of that horrible war. He wore frayed blue-jeans and a weathered brown leather jacket, and had a small goatee on his chin. Looking back, I now know...