BOB JONES

“His hair was shoulder-length, his youthful face hid behind an abundance of shaggy beard. Over tight, faded blue jeans and an old, bulky knit, he had thrown his pride and joy — a sheepskin wrap.” Where were you when you first heard Jerry Forbes reading A Creature Was Stirring? For me it was December 1990, in our '82 Cutlass Sierra, the radio dial tuned to Edmonton’s 630 CHED.