I met Stan around 1971 at McVeigh’s New Windsor House in Toronto. He was sitting with Harry Hibbs, who introduced me to him. We didn’t have much of a conversation. Stan was a shy young lad with long stringy hair and horn-rimmed glasses and Harry wouldn’t say codfish if his mouth was full of it. If I had only known at the time what legend I was sitting with.

—Curt Graham, Halifax