From my archives – Winter of 2015
Went out with Keeba and of course she couldn’t take the bitter minus 20 C for more than a minute or two. When I picked her up to bring back inside and to avoid the loads of salt on the walkway, my hands got wet and as I grabbed the door handle to enter the lobby my skin almost stuck to the metal. That’s what you call Canadian cold! And its a good idea to avoid allowing your dog to sniff metal posts and grates and so on in this freezing temperature. Feeling for the Homeless!
Seeking solace and a blessed place to say her prayers, Streetgirl flew her sign yesterday, straddling the curb and strolling up and down the intersection. Those same paths that her panning peer, so-tagged The Veteran, had ambled thousands of times. It was chilly, but they’d been out in far worse weather and enjoyed it too; a freedom of sorts. If it was Joe he would be wearing a toque, thin shirt under a jacket wore year-round day and night, and sandals without socks; even though someone had given him a pair of boots two months before his passing. Thrilled to tell the tale, how he’d been snoozing in the sun behind the gas station when a guy came by and offered to take him to Canadian Tire to buy a winter coat and footwear. One of so many kind gestures afforded him by strangers. That night they dumped his dirty smelly old one down the garbage shoot in her building as a ceremonial gesture and he donned the gift until the day he died. Continue reading “Quotes from Streets: Farewell Friend”
I was going to post a happy go lucky egotistical tail about how great my X-mas was. That’s me in the photo heading east on the GO Bus to Big Sister’s. And about our Happy New Year down in Buddy K’s basement where the hosts are the most, the living is easy, and copious meals are served right on time; best bacon loaded weekend breakfast in the World! However, with the passing of Homeless Joe my mood has soured, plus it’s already January 12th and the deadline has passed. Instead I will take this opportunity to tell my faithful friend see u in Heaven!
“Joseph was a soldier. Him know him gonna fall one day!” Delroy, my Jamaican neighbor sitting in the lobby making the motions as he speaks fondly.
Happy New Year Everyone! The last couple of years I haven’t taken Keeba to my daughter’s for Christmas. She’s stayed with a good friend, as I don’t drive and the GO Transit did not allow pets up until recently. Continue reading “Happy New Year!”
Farewell Joseph. My heart is broken! Never again will I hear your knock a my door and it saddens me so I can barely breath. Rest in Peace.
With the legalization of Marijuana in its current state, Canada has opened the gate-way to becoming one of the world’s leading contributor of single-use plastic pollution.
“Cause you’re the joke of the neighborhood…Why should you care if you’re feeling good…Take the long way home,” SUPERTRAMP. (1ST concert Mother went to in the summer of 1979, Lansdowne Park, Ottawa.)
I feel sort of sorry for some People. Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Take the Long Way Home!”
A five dollar bill visible in one hand the woman pokes her head partway out the window and says, “Quick question. Who is the composer?”
Never been strong on trivia, perhaps due to perceived trauma Christmas 1980, 20 years old and playing the brand new board game sensation “Trivial Pursuit” with the family, led by an intellectual and dominating father and two older smarty-pants brothers; she was bound to lose. However, today the unmistakable ominous first four notes of “Symphony No. 5” coming from inside the car jogged Streetgirl’s mind to emit an immediate unwavering response.
And the music lover passes the money with a smile, “you win”.
I took this photo late November 2012. Looking at it today, I am still stricken by the incongruity of the Nike symbol on the shoes and the Canadian flag hanging so prominent; bold statements in a harsh environment. Continue reading “We are Canadian”