A small carefully-wrapped parcel arrived in the mail with stamps on it which said things like "Air Mail / Par avion" and "Small Parcel / Petit paquet." They say things twice in Canada; it is a matter of public policy. It was too late for Christmas and too early for my birthday but inside the brown-paper wrapping there was gift wrap, also meticulously applied to what looked undisguisably like a book. I unwrapped The Vinyl Cafe Unplugged by Stuart McLean. It was a gift from my Canadian friend Elizabeth Creith in Thessalon, Ontario. I unwrapped it and I found a tear in my eye. Years ago, Elizabeth introduced me to The Vinyl Cafe -- the radio programme on the CBC -- by sending me a CD onto which she had somehow dubbed about six of the hour-long shows. I became instantly addicted. Fortunately, the programme was also broadcast here in the Colonies on KUOW-FM. I became a regular listener and found it every bit as good as "Prairie Home Companion" and Garrison Keillor. In each programme, McLean would tell a story about Dave and his wife Morely, their children Stephanie and Sam, their dog Arthur and some of their interesting neighbours: Kenny Wong, the owner of Wong's Scottish Pies, Emir and Rashida Chudary and their daughter Fatima, Eugene and Maria Conte, the ancient couple who live next door and make their own wine. The stories are a sort of parallel to Keillor's "News from Lake Wobegon" but different. Stuart McLean was a soft-spoken, gentle, accomplished author and broadcaster. He toured the show, broadcasting from one small Canadian community or other, in which he and his crew would spend most of a week. The live local audience loved it; so did I. The Vinyl Cafe stopped touring when its host was diagnosed with malignant melanoma. When I heard about it, I had a tear in my eye. I really didn't want him to die. I really wanted him to continue traveling around to little towns in Canada and writing Dave and Morely stories and broadcasting from the biggest auditorium in town ... pretty much forever. Instead, he died about a year and a half after he was diagnosed. Now there will be no more of these stories. My favourite was the very first Vinyl Cafe Christmas story about the year that "Dave Cooks the Turkey.” I won't say more about because I don't want to spoil the delight for anyone who wants to hear or read it. I read the fourteen stories in this book like a person with a box of variety chocolates. I didn't want to consume them all at once because I didn't want them to run out. Today they ran out ... and I have a tear in my eye.