Juno spent the days of her summer break that year in the lazy, expectant kind of frisson teenagers have perfected since then, before checking out folk clubs all over southern Canada at night. There weren’t all that many in the western provinces. The first ones she went to after the Yardbird Suite were the Inquisition in Vancouver and the Fourth Dimension in Regina. There was another Fourth Dimension a little further afield in Winnipeg. But Toronto was a awash with coffee houses, as these places were still called, although the liquor laws had been relaxed in most provinces by then. There was the Bohemian Embassy, the Purple Onion, the Riverboat, the Avenue Row Club, the 5th Peg, the Village Corner, the Place, the Half Beat, the Underground, the Penny Farthing and a couple more. Some of them charged admission by the hour, but otherwise they all operated pretty much along the same lines. Different stuff happened on designated nights of the week. There was always a poetry night, and some places ran a chess night. All of them had an open mike slot, when anybody could perform and hope to get hired. Fridays and Saturdays were for feature acts everywhere. Some of the bigger places in Toronto put these on during the week, too. And the general tendency was for hoot nights on Sundays, when some of the billed acts would gather and play together.

Juno realized early on that if she went as what she’d made herself she caused too much distraction. So she impersonated an assortment of guys, since she couldn’t bear being a less than bewitchingly beautiful female.