I promised Alex that I would not publish a photo of him while he was alive but sadly he died spring 2020. Took this in 2012; walking the streets that he called home in the vicinity of Lawrence and Allen Road (The Jungle) where he was a fixture panhandling on the Ramp for the past 15 years and known for his sense of humor and love of people (especially fond of the ladies). May you rest in peace my friend!
“These boots are made for walking,” written by Lee Hazlewood and recorded by Nancy Sinatra in 1966.
This might shock U, but early 80’s Mom was dancing for a living, upon an exotic pedestal under the stage name ‘La Belle Grand Miss Sylvia’. In Montreal! Prancing to that same song whilst wearing black heeled thigh high boots. Something to see I hear tell. Way before I was born and bought during the period where she was employed as a Senior Vendor Analyst negotiating million dollar contracts 16 years ago! (Not a 1 career woman.) Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Boots for Walking!”
“Hey, I made up a poem,” Jeff tells me, “put in on your blog.”
Open up your hearts, open up your wallets, and give this poor fellow a hundred dollars.
Yesterday, I thought of Delores who lives on the 18th floor and decided to wrap her a Christmas present because I was sure she had not received a one! Continue reading “Re-gifting!”
“The generous will themselves be blessed, for they share their food with the poor,” Proverbs 22.9
Many thanks to the nice guy who passed Streetgirl a huge container packed with delicious homemade cabbage rolls yesterday afternoon. Not quite enough to feed an army, but plenty for sharing with three hungry neighbors!
“Keep following that vortex of Hope!” Encouragement from a concerned stranger.
The reflective photography was practiced under the pretense of taking a picture of Buddy’s new second hand mint condition truck. In reality, while heading up his driveway to drop my poop bag into the green bin, Mother caught a glimpse of her own visage in the window and couldn’t resist a selfie. That’s why we spy 3 images of her and only 1 of the vehicle. Mom thinks it turned out cool and that she looks like a Hoodlum or a Hollywood Paparazzi straddling with a beautiful beach in the background! U can’t see it clearly, but she is wearing a 2016 Drake Night Raptors jersey. Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Raptors Reflection!”
“Stand tall, don’t you fall oh, don’t go and do something foolish,” Burton Cummings, 1976
“Hey, where you been? Aren’t you working now?” Streetgirl asks the younger panhandler who she hasn’t seen for a few months.
“I lost the job, my home burned down, and my Dad died after being diagnosed with stage four cancer; a blessing in the sense that he didn’t suffer long.” With sadness in her eyes she described being “so depressed.” Back now, ready to humble her-self once again in order to survive. To stand tall and “keep on going.”
All Streetgirl could offer the other was a hug. Such is life!
Jeff almost died from an overdose last month, but by sheer luck and/or the Grace of God he did not! This is what he told me when I paused to say hello on my way to a long postponed mammogram; a symptom of severe anxiety drives me to defer essential medical appointments among other things, but this year I am pushing forward and forcing myself do what may seem simple to you. Continue reading “Still Alive!”