In high school, I was president of the Drama Club and one year we put on a British play, my brain is scrambling to remember the name of the play. The story that follows is still funny and TRUE.
The play requires a picture of the queen to be on the wall of the set. I remembered seeing a photo of Queen Elizabeth on the wall in a local church hall. I phoned the church explaining that I was a Boy Scout who remembered seeing the photo in the church hall and went on to request that we borrow the photo for a play we were doing. Permission was obtained and our teacher, Mr. Jones was to drive me to the church as I did not have a driver’s license and of course no car.
Mr. Jones drove an Isetta which was a weird little car with one door that was opened from the front to expose a wide fronbench seat. Oh! Yeah, it had four wheels with two in the front and two very close together in the rear. The picture was quite large so we struggled for Mr. Jones to get into the driver’s seat and me, holding the portrait in the passenger seat. So there I was sitting in the passenger seat with Queen Elizabeth looking out of the window.
I could not see the road ahead.
The trip was successful. Mr. Jones was British and capable of both wry and dry wit. As we arrived at the school, he said, ‘Imagine, if we’d had an accident, the headline would read “Young Canadian Boy Killed While Clutching a Picture of the Queen.”
