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 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.