VICTORIA, B.C. — "I came in here, saw there was no television and decided this was my pub!" a British accent chirped into my ear.
I had to bend down and lean in close to hear Joan's voice over the band. Seventy-nine years old, with a blunt Bette Davis haircut, the diminutive denizen of Swans pub barely reached my shoulder.
She'd been a regular for eight years, six nights a week, coming to hear music and make new friends, she explained. "I meet so many lovely people."
By Heather McKinnon | April 1, 2005