I get my first true lungful of sea air streaming north on Cook Street as I trot south in the early morning sunshine, jet-lag having given me a jump-start on my first full day in Victoria. After my ritual coffee at Moka House at my favourite table on the veranda, I give in to the siren smell of the ocean and make my way through South Fairfield. Not my favourite part of Fairfield -- it's always a bit ghost-towny, as if nobody actually spends much time in their well-kept vintage houses -- but I spy neighbours perched on their respective porches, having a chat across the front of their semi-detached, and I feel compelled to wish every dog-walker and stroller a good morning, unless they beat me to it - this is Victoria, after all.
When elder daughter was a pre-toddler, I used to nip in for a newspaper at a downtown news-stand on the corner of Fort and Douglas Streets. One day, I glanced down into the stroller and noticed my infant child had a bag of nuts clutched in each tiny fist. I wheeled around and returned to confess that my daughter was a nascent shoplifter.
This morning, after a desperate search for an operational bank machine that dispenses more than sixty dollars, I dart into the same shop to purchase a newspaper in order to break a twenty so I can pay my art instructor that afternoon. (I'm spending some of my brief and heady freedom on water-colour lessons, because --- when will the opportunity ever arise again?)
A Caribbean gentleman is regaling the the reserved Asian teenager at the till with an expressive tale, but I've entered too late to get the gist, although I am in time to hear the gentleman launch into the chorus of "Get Up Stand Up".
He turns to grin at me and apologizes, but I say, "Not at all! I always enjoy a bit of Bob Marley!"
He roars his approval.
"Smart gel!! I was teaching some respect to some people who were showing some attitude. I made them listen!"
"That's not an easy thing to do," I observe.
He flashes a brilliant smile as he saunters out.
"You have yourself a great day, gel!!"
This never happens in Ottawa.
When They Go High, You Go Logo
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I love a good hand-piped logo wreck. It says, "YAY TEAM!" without all that
pretentious "artistry" and/or "talent."
For instance, bakers, you *know* that ...
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