In 96', Cousin' Ken Lillico left it all for a shack tucked deep in the Ottawa Valley. He sells homemade Rhubarb wine to buy gas, his music is hand written, and the only light at night is a small flame to burn one more smoke. Visitors are rare and his driveway treacherous, so his social time are out days spent crusing his 63' Ford Falcon from door to door, friend to friend. Sundays are Ken's favourite.