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Posted: September 11, 2014 in Uncategorized
5 out of 5 Stars ~ Street Level! Real People!
on September 11, 2014
Format: Kindle Edition

Having discovered Dennis’ Blog when he liked a post of mine on WordPress I followed him back. At first I was only casually observing the Blog, but once I bought the book and started going through it it really churned out the milk of human kindness. A rarity in this misanthropic world.

The stories of the panhandlers, all of whom have drink and drugs problems and are mainly Native Canadian/Inuit,underlines just how easily it is to end up on the streets if you lose track in the rat race of life. The Heroine of the book is Joy, who is tough as old boots having lived a life which was a series of wars and is the Alpha Female of the group. She always looks out for the group and keeps everything running like clockwork.

Another issue raised in the book is how much Canada has become a Police State by its Political Class. The fear is that Europe is also becoming ‘Americanised’ in that department. (Ireland and Britain has had noted incidents of Police Corruption)

The book itself reads just like a series of Blog entries. Which will make this book more readable in this age of short attention spans. Having Asperger’s myself, reading for over 5 minutes at a time can be a challenge. However I managed to complete the book with a couple of reading sessions over an hour to read the final two Months of entries. This underlines how to promote reading to a new generation of young adults.

Reading these entries makes me appreciate what I do have, therefore the book is uplifting in that sense. Fully recommended.

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10 September 2014

“Hi Dennis, ” said Chuck, “Did you see that guy on the corner, is he still there.”

“There was a guy with a dog on the corner when I passed.”

“That’s where I pan at 6:30 in the morning. I told the guy it was my space and to move along, but he refused to budge. If he’s there tomorrow I’m going to send a friend to see him. She’s a big dyke, loves to fight. She and her partner have been together for the past twenty years. They’ve been married for the last eight. She wouldn’t care if she lost her job, she’d just go out and get another one.”

I said, “I heard that Joy is out of hospital. They still don’t know what’s wrong with her legs. She’s in a wheel chair. She can shuffle around the house a bit with a cane.”

“She’s got to get off the booze, even watered down the way she drinks it. I was in a rooming house with an alcoholic. I was as well, but he’d drink anything. One morning I came down and found him at the kitchen table with an empty glass. He went through the motions of drinking from it. I phoned his ex-wife and his mother. They came and got him. I heard that he had to be sent to an institution. Even off the booze, he never recovered.

“It’s been six years now that I had my heart attacks.”

I asked, “Were you in the wheel chair before that.”

“Yeah, I’d been in the chair for a couple of months by then. I remember one of my last drunks. I’d already made my supper, when I thought, I’d like a fer beers.  I went to a bar a few blocks away, sat out on the patio, minding my own business.  Just inside the door was a table where three women were sitting. One of them came out and asked for a cigarette. I handed her one, lit it. She said, ‘This is a native cigarette. They’re against the law.’ She pulled a badge out of her pocket. Sure enough, she was a cop. She said.  ‘I also have the powers of a judge. I sentence you to join us at our table and let us buy you a beer.’ Well, one beer turned into two, and before I realized it they were closing the bar. We sure had fun. I had a hell of a time getting back home. I was wobbling all over the place.

“Another time I got into a fight. I served three years in prison for that. It wasn’t so bad. There was this guy we called Sargent. He was a Sargent. He headed a work party picking rocks from farmers fields. The farmers loved it, getting free labor. They had a stone boat pulled by three horses. I’ve told this story to some people, they had no idea what a stone boat was. Anyway, it was nice getting out in the fresh air. It wasn’t heavy work, a break in the monotony. At the end of the week he’d give us each a pack of smokes.

“There was a pit near the prison. Thee of the drug addicts pushed Sargent into the pit, then threw rocks at him. That was the end of our work party. They used the rocks for construction. We’d break them with a sledge-hammer. Again it wasn’t heavy work, just something to do. This big guy was put on our crew. The first thing he did was break the handle of his sledge. Then other guys started doing it. I kept at it, broke every rock in that pile.

“A  neighbor, about fifteen years old, mentally challenged, came home to find his father beating his mother. He went after his dad and injured him severely. He was sent to a juvenile detention center for nine years. Of course he was raped there. Beaten regularly and since he couldn’t keep his mouth shut he had to serve his full nine years; no time off for good behavior.

“A guy asked me this morning what I’d do if I won a million dollars. I said, ‘I don’t want a million dollars. All I want is enough to get by on. Enough so I wouldn’t have to sit here all day.

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