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7 May 2013

The first person I met, after getting off the bus, was Chester.

“Hi, Chester, have you heard any news of Joy?”

“Only that she’s home from hospital. She’s got a lot of stitches across her head. Mariah lives in the same building, so she’s been checking on her. That’s all I know.”

“Do you have any idea of how she was hurt?”

“All I know is that she was with Andre (he grimaced) and Hippo. They haven’t been seen around since.”

“Thanks, Chester, take care.”

In Joy’s spot for the second time this week was Clark, sitting quietly on top of his backpack. In front of him was his usual sign HELP CURE HOBOPHOBIA. Above it was another sign, KEEP OFF THE CRASS. As I sat down I could see a third sign, hidden behind the first, WILL YOU MERRY ME? I asked, “Clark, how are the signs working for you?”

“I get various responses from smiles, to laughter to hostility.”

I said, “Why hostility? Why would these signs invoke any hostility?”

“It’s partly the season; protest season is coming up. It seems to start in the universities. They’re always protesting something, then it spreads to the smaller colleges. I think they watch to see what the reaction will be, then they follow the lead.

“There seems to be a hierarchy. There are leaders and there are those who follow, but I’ve seen other groups called volunteers. Some of them are like nazis, most are white, anglo saxon.”

“Do you mean like white supremacists?”

“Yeah, something like that. They don’t seem too organized. We had an incident at my building a while back. My building houses a lot of people on disability pension. Not me, I pay my own way. I saw one of my neighbors holding this guy by the throat. He was saying to the other guy, ‘You don’t grab me by the throat. You don’t grab my mother by the throat. Understand?’

“Then the police showed up. All they did was get out of their car, put their arms across their chests and shout, ‘Volunteers!’ a bunch of guys from other building came out and there was mayhem. I didn’t stick around. I see us falling into, sort of, a police state. ”

I said, “You seem well informed, what is your background?”

“I went through the separate school system, under the Roman Catholics, then high school, then university. University really opened my eyes. I studied a lot of biology, anthropology and sociology. It wasn’t what the professors taught me, but I learned how to learn. After that I didn’t see the need to pay tuition, so I left.

“I guess my biggest influence was Abraham Maslow. He developed the hierarchy of needs. He extended the idea to include his observations of humans’ innate curiosity. I read a lot of his books. I stay away from psychology, and psychiatry; that’s mostly Freud and Jung.”

I said, “Maslow was the greatest mind of the past century. I’m now reading a book that refers to his theories often.”

Clark said, “I see a slow disintegration of democracy, I call it global swarming. You can see it with the kids on the streets. We’re moving away from the idea of the individual, except for celebrities and sports heroes. We seem to want to know everything about them; what they eat, what they wear. These people are just fronts. They’re told what to say by their publicity managers.”

“How would you define yourself, your ideas?”

“I think of myself as a stoic epicurean and a sceptic. The world always needs sceptics. This is based on the Aristotelian belief that ‘the sort of person one is and the lifestyle one adopts will have an immediate bearing on the actions one performs.’ Epicureans argue that the path to securing happiness comes by withdrawing from public life and residing with close, like-minded friends. That’s me.”

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6 May 2013

Wolf and his dog Shaggy were sitting under a tree. At the other end of the park, near the war memorial, was another group leaning against the rail.

“Wolf,” I said, “you’re sitting all by yourself.”

“I just don’t think it’s right, for those people to be setting their beer down on the war memorial. I have family who died in the war. I don’t think it’s respectful. They even have a motorcycle parked there.  Can you imagine if a woman and child came to pay their respects to a loved one. They’d be afraid to approach. Those people would scare them off, don’t you think? My son served in the Korean War, if he saw that he’d take them all on.”

“I agree with you, Wolf. My brother fought in the Korean War. I know that he’d be upset.”

“They all followed Jacques up there. I know he wants to stay in the shade, but there’s shade in other places, so I picked a place that’s about half way. That’s the best I can do.

“Did you see the hockey game last night. I’d have my Senators hat on now, but it’s too hot for a hat. I’m wearing my Montreal shirt because it’s the only one I have with short sleeves.

“That young guy from Gatineau — I think he’s only nineteen — pulled off a hat trick, and his team is in the playoffs. That’s something! It’s funny too. When growing up his favorite team was probably Montreal. Now he’s scored three goals against them.”

Troll and a friend sat down and were discussing the hockey game. I thought I saw Joy with Jacques, so I wandered up there. It turned out to be Debbie.

“Hi Jacques, it’s a beautiful day.”

“Yes, I have to keep out of the sun, because I already have a burn. Have you seen Joy?”

“I saw her Friday, I think she was going to Toronto. Her sister died.”

“She didn’t go to Toronto. She left here Friday to go drinking with Hippo and Andre. There was some kind of a fight. Joy got a big cut on her head. They took her to hospital to have stitches. She also has a shiner. I don’t think she’s going to be coming out of her place for a while. She looks too ugly.

“I wish I knew more details. I know that Hippo wouldn’t hurt her.”

I said, “He’s scared of Joy.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t hit a woman. I remember that Nora slapped him twice in the face. Do you know what he did? He cried. That big guy had tears running down his face. Now, every time Nora walks by she slaps him, because she knows he won’t hit her back.

“Me, I’d do something different. I wouldn’t hit a woman, but I wouldn’t let her hit me.”

Debbie was looking over the rail. She said, “The white lilacs are out. Soon the purple ones will be in bloom. Don’t you love that scent?”

“It’s beautiful, ” I said. “I haven’t seen you for a long time. How have you been?”

“You know, so so. I’m alright. Actually, every day is good if you look at it the right way. I’m not religious, but I try to see the good.”

I said, “Every day is a chance to make a difference.”

Jacques said, “Do you know what I miss? Kentucky Fried Chicken. I can’t eat it. The skin is too salty. Since my last heart attack I’ve had to cut back on salt.”

I asked, “When was your last heart attack?”

“February 8. I was hospitalized for three weeks. I need a double bypass operation, but they said, ‘We know you’re a very sick man, but because you’re alcoholic, we can’t operate on you.’ They gave me pills instead. They told Joy the same thing.”

Debbie said, “Are you sure it’s not because of the money?”

“I don’t think so, but maybe if I won the lottery… I can’t win the lottery because I don’t buy tickets. I don’t think I could handle winning a lot of money. I’d think everyone would want to kill me.”

Debbie said, “Or, everyone would want to be your friend.

“If I won a big lottery, I know what I’d do.  First of all, I’d get out of here, go into the woods somewhere until I could plan everything. Then I’d set up my communication centers — places where poor, sick people could go. There would be doctors, a cafeteria, pool tables, a place to stay. Nobody would be turned away.

“I have the proposal all written up. I put on a dress, wore heels,  and presented it to City Hall. This university professor, a fat guy with bald head and a beard,  shot the idea right down. He made me feel so small.”

I said, “Gaston has a similar idea. You should talk to him.”

It was time for me to go back to work, so I shook hands all around.

Jacques asked, “Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here, Jacques.”

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6 May 2013

Sitting in Joy’s spot this morning was Clark with his sign, HELP FIGHT HOBOPHOBIA. He has other signs, but this is the one he uses most frequently. I asked him how his weekend had been. He said, “I spent a lot of time moving. I’m now in a bachelor apartment in New Edinburgh. I had to get out of the place I was in. It was really bad, a lot of crackheads. I didn’t even feel safe using the stairs. There would be groups of them hanging around the stairwells.

“The only complaint I have with the new place is that I’m right above the door to the underground garage. I hear it every time someone drives their car in or out.”

I said, “I guess that’s a noise you can get used to. I’ve lived beside highways before.”

“Yeah, after a while the highway can sound just like the ocean. It can lull you to sleep.”

I asked, “So, how long have you been on the street?”

“Here, about four years, but I’ve been other places, like Vancouver. It’s a really violent place. I used to work security there. I was in a large highrise. There were two entrance doors. I was behind the desk. One time a guy rushed in the first door, saying that he had been doused with gasoline and somebody was trying to set him on fire. All we could do is electronically lock the outside door, so he was trapped between the two doors. We couldn’t let him in, in case he decided to ignite himself inside the building. We just waited until the cops arrived.”

I said, “I know I’ve lived there. I moved in with my brother, on Hornby, near the Vancouver Art Gallery. My first night, there was somebody stabbed to death on our corner.

“Toronto can be violent as well. You know Shakes, don’t you? He pans on Jarvis near the underground car park.”

“Does he use a cane and carry a piss bag?”

“Yeah, that’s him. He was doused with gasoline and set on fire one time. He has massive scars on his left leg. There was another guy, Buddy, he was wearing a plastic raincoat when he was set on fire. The plastic became embedded in his skin. He died three days later.

“I can’t understand how humans can do that to one another. Animals aren’t cruel or malicious like that. They kill their prey and eat it — that’s nature — but to deliberately torture another animal. I don’t think they do that.”

Clark said, “Sometimes, I think animals are treated better than humans. The government will house us, and will ring the Pavlovian bell allowing us access to the Food Bank every so often, but that’s it. The SPCA treats animals better.”

“What other kind of work did you do, Clark?”

“Mostly, I’ve been a cook at construction camps in James Bay and Vancouver. I’ve also been a tree planter in British Columbia. I liked that. I like to keep to myself.”

“I’m the same.”

“I read in government studies that the brain works best when you’re alone. There are fewer distractions. That’s my understanding, anyway.”

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16 April 2013

It was raining this morning, so I wasn’t expecting to see Joy, but there she was in her usual place. I said, “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d stay at home because of the rain.”

“I was up early and didn’t have anything else to do, so I came here. It rained three times and it stopped three times. Who knows what the rest of the day will be like.

“Boy, I’m really glad you came, I’m near to busting with having to go to the bathroom. Can you watch my stuff?”

“Sure, you go ahead.”

When Joy returned I asked, “So, did you talk to your workers? Is there any news about getting you furniture?”

“Yeah, that’s set up for 1:00. The only thing I haven’t done is the dishes. I’ll do them before they arrive.

“I saw the guys yesterday. Jake threw Shakes out of his apartment. Shakes has lived outside all his life, he doesn’t know how to act inside. Jake doesn’t have furniture, just an air conditioner, still in its box, but, just the same, he likes his place kept tidy. Shakes was flicking his cigarette ashes everywhere, grinding his butts out on the hardwood floor. It’s not his fault. It’s just the way he’s lived all these years.

“Chester came with Raven, but as soon as she saw that Jacques had money she went with him. Chester wasn’t too happy about that. Before they left Jacques said, ‘Maybe, me, I get to play with a little pussy this afternoon.’ I’m just glad that I’m single and celibate, no cooties for me. Some of the women these guys go out with — they’re not pretty — most you’d have to double bag, and I mean Hefty bags.

“Can you mail a letter for me? It’s to my youngest son, he lives with his older brother in Burlington. I’m trying to get some communication going between us. The others I haven’t heard from in a while. One’s up in the Northwest Territories, working in a gold mine. He was raised by my sister and sent her a huge nugget. She had it appraised at twenty thousand dollars. I said, ‘Hold on to that, he’s going to need that for college.’

“I saw Andre yesterday, while he was still sober I said to him, ‘You know there is never going to be anything between us. You’re like a brother to me. Do you understand that?’ He said, ‘Yeah, I guess so.'”

“So, do you think he got the message this time.”

“I hope so.”

At noon it was still misty, as I passed a bus shelter I saw Tom and Matches. “Hey, it’s been a long time, man!” said Tom.

“Yes it has. Shakes do you have your hydro turned on yet?”

“Yes I do. That Friday that it went off, I phoned my worker and said, ‘I want my fuckin’ hydro turned on. It’s a long weekend coming up. How would you like your fuckin’ hydro off for that long. I’m going to be out this afternoon, but when I get home for supper the fuckin’ hydro had better be on.’

“You told her, Shakes!”

“Yeah, I sure did, ha ha ha.”

“So, Danny, have you been panning near the mall?”

“No,” he said, “Did you hear what happened to me there a couple of years ago? I wanted a Happy Meal from McDonalds, but I was a bit drunk and I knew they wouldn’t serve me. I didn’t have any money, but I had just been to the pharmacy and had my prescription for Percocet renewed. I asked a guy going into McDonalds if he used Percocet. He said, ‘Yeah!’ I asked, ‘For three Percs would you buy me a Happy Meal?’ He said, ‘Sure!’ What he did was go straight to this big security guard and told him I stole some Percs from him.

“The security guard came out and tried to put his hands in my pockets. I wouldn’t let him and pushed him away. Another security guard came along and grabbed my arm. The other one kicked my leg from behind and broke it. It was sticking way out to the side. They put me in cuffs and phoned the police. I managed to squirm my way, with the broken leg, to a pay phone. With the hand cuffs behind my back I was still able to pull myself up, knock the receiver off the hook and dial 911. I said to the operator, “This is Daniel Pelletier, I’ve been beaten by security guards and they broke my leg. I need an ambulance. The operator said they had already received a call and an ambulance was on its way.

“By that time the police had arrived. They wouldn’t listen to anything I said. One put his knee on my head, breaking my glasses. The other one took the pills out of my pocket and handed them to someone.

I said, “I have a prescription for those pills, just ask at the pharmacy. They didn’t even check. The cop said to me, ‘You’re nothing but a homeless, drunken Indian. If you don’t shut up we’re going to take you out of town and bury you.’

“I yelled to people in front of the mall, “My name is Daniel Pelletier. The police have just told me they are going to kill me, take me out of town and bury me.

“The ambulance came and took me to the hospital. They set my leg, put it in a cast and a brace. I was supposed to go for physiotherapy, but I’m an alcoholic. There’s no way I could sit in a room for three hours without a drink. Besides, it was on the other side of the city. I didn’t even have money for bus tickets. I hadn’t been panning, so I had no money coming in.

“I wore that leg brace for a year and a half. In the end it did help me. People are more likely to give money to a guy in a brace than one without.

“Ever since then I’ve been afraid for my life. I’m supposed to be part of a native group protesting the wind turbines scheduled to be installed on Thunder Mountain. They want to put them on sacred land. If the police see me, I’m afraid that one of them will push me in front of a car.

“I was talking to the Anishinaabe Clan Mothers at Maniwaki and in Cornwall. I explained to them that this protest could end up like the one at Oka. The young people wouldn’t remember, but I was there. Some of them wouldn’t feel comfortable carrying guns, but there would be guns behind them, protecting them.

“It was our Chief that signed over the land to the wind turbine company. I said to him, ‘It won’t be you standing in the front lines blocking the equipment. It’ll be me.’ I’ve served over fifteen years in correctional institutions and mental institutions. I don’t mind going to jail. In fact I would be proud to give my life to protect our sacred ground. It’s all we have.”

“I have to go now, Danny. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

Shakes asked, “Dennis could you spare some bus tickets and a Tim Horton’s card?”

“Sure Shakes.”

“Thanks Dennis, we’ll see you soon.”


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8 October 2015

I met Nick and Mandy sitting on a low concrete wall near the park. I shook Mandy’s hand and Nick said, “Give me a hug, brother.” which I gladly did.

“How are you doing, Nick? I heard that you’ve been in hospital?”

“I’m conflicted. I prayed to God all night long. I’ve had three heart attacks in the past two months. One left me in the hospital for eighteen days. I got a message saying that I should stay with my family in Blainville near Niagara Falls. Two of my brothers are anxious to carry on my work. Two friends here have said they would take over for me here. They’ll be coming by later with pizza.

“I have a schizophrenic woman staying at my house also a twenty-three year old who is trying to get off crack. She’s been clean for a while. Yesterday she told me she was going to her dealer for a fix. I said to her ‘You’re following the devil’s path. When you suck on that pipe, you’re blowing the devil.’ She’s an adult. I can’t make choices for her.

“Another woman had asked me for a sleeping bag. I told everyone I know, about her situation and someone came through for me. I was given a brand new sleeping bag worth $150. I gave it to her. Do you know what she said to me? ‘I don’t want it.’ I said, ‘What do you mean you don’t want it. I went to a lot of work to find this. Someone paid $150 dollars so you could keep warm at night.’ She said, ‘I’ll give it to someone.’ So now some kid she pans with has a sleeping bag. These kind of things stress me. Because of my heart condition I’m supposed to avoid stress. How do I do that?  I feel guilty abandoning these people.”

I said, “You’ll carry on your work where you’re going. You’ll be helping people there who otherwise wouldn’t be helped. You can’t be everywhere.”

“You’re right. Let’s join the others at the park… Look, there not at the park, they’re on the traffic island. I wonder what happened.”

I greeted everyone then sat next to Wolf. He said, “Nobody’s talking to me because I yelled at the park maintenance guy. There he is with the yellow jacket. Yellowjacket, that’s a type of wasp isn’t it? It suits him. Anyway, we were all over there. This guy is standing not three feet away and he turns on the sprinklers. The rest of these guys jumped up and ran. I have a hard time getting up and I had Shaggy’s wagon with Rick’s stuff in it. Me and the contents of the wagon were getting drenched.”

I asked, “Are you still wet?”

“Well, I’ve got a set of long johns under my pants and I’ve got a heavy coat on, but yes, I’m still wet.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. Same old, same old.

“Look I want to apologize for being so drunk the last time I talked to you.”

“There’s no problem, Wolf.”

“I’m drunk now as well, but I haven’t taken any of the other stuff. I got some weed for later, but that’s all.”

Rick announced, “This is my friend, Nathan, and he’s brought two boxes of pizza.”

Nathan said, “It seems odd celebrating the departure of a friend who we’ll all miss. Before we eat I’d like to say a few words from Psalm 15:

A Psalm of David.

1 LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary? Who may live on your holy hill? 2 He whose walk is blameless and who does what is righteous, who speaks the truth from his heart 3 and has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong and casts no slur on his fellowman, 4 who despises a vile man but honors those who fear the LORD, who keeps his oath even when it hurts, 5 who lends his money without usury and does not accept a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things will never be shaken.”

Depending on weather, I’m hoping to see Rick and the others tomorrow. I say my goodbyes and shake hands with anybody who isn’t holding a slice of pizza.


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10 July 2015

“Dennis,” said Chuck. “I gotta tell you how I got Metro this morning.” He could hardly get the words out, he was laughing so hard. “We were on the corner talking when this big woman came by, she must have weighed three hundred pounds. I said to Metro, ‘How would you like to have her sitting on your face?’ Metro was flabbergasted — you know how skinny he is — he said, ‘Chuck, are you crazy! She’d kill me!’ I went in to get my coffee and when I came out I said to him, ‘If you were to take her to a bar for three quarts of beer, give her some of my water pills, then, maybe, she’d give you a golden shower.’ He didn’t like that. He said, ‘Chuck get away from here. That’s something I don’t even want to think about! That image will haunt me for the rest of the day!’ I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair — the sheer look of horror on Metro’s face was priceless. I wish you’d been there. I don’t know where that came from or how these things pop into my head.”

I said, “Next time I see him I’ll ask if he’s had a shower.”

“That’ll be good,”

A grey haired woman I recognized, approached us.  She asked, “Chuck, are you warm?”

“Yes,” he replied.

To me she said, “I always think he looks so warm.”

I said, “He could still use a hug.”

She said, “I know, I always give him a hug and a kiss.” She was digging in her big purse for some change to give to Chuck.  She said, “Look what I did to my hand.” The area of her hand around her thumb and first finger was red and painful looking.

I asked, “Did you scald yourself? Is that a burn from a kettle?”

“No, my coffee was getting cold and I put it in the microwave. I just twirled the dial and went away. I don’t know why I do that. When I came back it was boiling.  I knew the cup would be hot so I used a pot holder to take it from the microwave. I was going to pour it into a travel mug. It just exploded and went all over my hand. I ran to the sink and held it under cold water for about thirty seconds, then went over to my friend’s house.  She’s like a nurse, not really but she always has things like Polysporin and bandages at the ready. She poured cold water in the sink and told me to keep my hand in there for twenty minutes. It took the pain away immediately — You should remember that in case you ever burn yourself — Then she put Polysporin and a dressing on it. That was two weeks ago. I think I should go to my doctor and get some antibiotics, just in case.”

She put some change into Chuck’s cap, bent over, hugged him and kissed his cheek. He responded in kind.

When she left he said, “I don’t think I’m going to stay here much longer.”

I took that as my cue to say, “Yes, I should get to work,” even though by my watch I was thirty minutes early. “If the weather’s good, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“See you.”

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6 June 2015

“Good morning, Chuck.”

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since last week.”

“I’ve been feeling sick. I notice that you don’t have Goldie with you.”

“She’s still home recuperating from her operation.”

“I also notice that you aren’t wearing your moustache.”

“You know, you’re the first person who’s noticed. I was trimming it the other day and I said to myself, “To hell with this shit.” I shaved it off. My friend says that it makes me look younger. Why would I want to look younger? I want to look the age I am!

A car horn honked, Chuck said, “Another one of those God damned cyclists. The nazi city counselors bend over backwards to make things easier for cyclists. As usual they have it all backwards. Priority should go first to cars, then to pedestrians, then to cyclists. It only makes sense. Have you heard about the number of pedestrians and cyclists killed in New York City?

“Based on monthly NYPD figures, 168 pedestrians and 10 cyclists were killed by city motorists in 2013, and 16,059 pedestrians and cyclists were injured.” (

“It’s because the pedestrians jump out  between parked cars all over the place. The cyclists ride on the sidewalks, wrong way on one-way streets, anywhere they’re not supposed to. There is a reason why we have traffic laws, but cyclists ignore them.

“I saw something nice this morning. They’re replacing tile near the food court. I just turned the corner in my wheelchair and saw the silhouette of a woman standing there. She had long legs spread, wearing tight jeans and a hard hat. I was tempted to go up to her and tell her how much I enjoyed the view. Then she bent down to lay tiles. That view was even better. She could lay twice as many as the men working around her.”

I said, “A lot of women are going into construction trades. I think it’s great. Women should rule the world.”

“I agree,” said Chuck, “they couldn’t make more of a mess that men have.

“I’m not going to stay here much longer. Can you see the blind man with the dog?”

“No, he’s not coming yet.”

Chuck said, “I’ll just wait until he gets here. I’m the only one who directs him across the street. His dog doesn’t know enough to keep him between the yellow cross walk lines and oncoming pedestrians won’t move out of the way. Why are people so god damned ignorant?”

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19 May 2015

“Good morning, Chuck. “How was your weekend?”

“It was okay. I went to the Tulip Festival, I wanted to test my vehicle out on the nature trail near the canal. There were a lot of pedestrians, so I’d ‘beep, beep’ as I went along. Some assholes would see me coming and step right out in front of me. It’s a wonder I didn’t hit them. A couple of times I leaned out my window and yelled, ‘Get out of my fuckin’ way!’

“Of course there were the Falun Gong and anti-abortion protesters. I wanted to protest against them. I don’t care about the issues, I just don’t like protesters. They block traffic, disrupt people’s lives who have nothing to do with their cause. If anything, they harm their own cause.

“I bought a piece of fudge. My mom used to make that when I was a kid. I took a bite and it was good, chewy and sweet. I hadn’t asked the price, then the server said, ‘That will be $10.00 please.’ I nearly spit it out. Later on I bought a hot dog. I was standing beside my vehicle, eating, when this guy comes up and says, ‘Would you move further down the sidewalk? I want to take a picture of my wife and kids.’ I asked him, ‘Do you own this trail?’ The guy said ‘No.’ I said, ‘Well, I fuckin’ do, so piss off!’ Now, if he’d asked me nicely, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a photograph of my family in front of the tulips. Would you please move?’ I’d have said, ‘Sure, no problem.’

“While I was down there I stopped into the grocery store. They had soup on for half price. I bought five cans of vegetable. When I got home, I opened a can for my lunch. The first thing I saw was the head of a mouse. I threw all five cans in the garbage.”

“I said, “I once got a beer bottle with something in it. I phoned the company and they sent a free case.”

Chuck said, “One time I bought six beer. I put them on the window sill where is was nice and cold. My wife asked me to open one for her. I poured it in a glass and just before she took a sip, I said, ‘Stop!’ I noticed a grasshopper in her glass. If I hadn’t opened the bottle, I could have sued them, or got some free beer.

“A while earlier, a female bicycle courier, stopped at the light. I said to her, “Thank you.” She said, “What for?” I said, “For not riding your bicycle on the sidewalk.” Some of those guys are crazy. No wonder there are so many accidents with bikes.

“I don’t think I’m going to be staying around for too long. In fact I wasn’t going to come out today at all. That sky looks really unsettled, there’s a north-west breeze coming in. I saw on the weather report that they had freezing rain in Thunder Bay.”

“Well, Chuck” I said, “I should be getting to work, so maybe I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe not.”

“We’ll see. Bye.”

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6 May 2015

“Good morning, Chuck.”

“Hi, Dennis, just twenty-four hours until I’m on the operating table.”

“Are you worried about it?”

“No, but I’m frustrated trying to make arrangements with the hospital. They wanted to let me know when to come in by calling my cell phone. I said, ‘That’s no good. I can’t always hear my cell phone.” Anyway, wearing these gloves makes it awkward to even get it out of my pocket. I said, ‘Leave a message on my answering machine. I’ll check my messages regularly.’ They didn’t want to do that, but I told them, ‘That’s the only way to get in contact with me.’

“Did you see the fight between Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather Jr. It was billed as the fight of the century, but it was boring,  neither boxer had the guts to go in for a knockout punch. They just danced around each other. Mayweather won by a unanimous decision. He has 45 wins, leaving him four short of the record held by Rocky Marciano. There’s no comparison, Marciano had 43 knockouts in 49 fights.

“Athletes nowadays are such wimps. Hockey players will go to the bench because they hurt their pinky. Back in 1935, Charlie Conacher,  playing for the Toronto Maple Leafs, scored four goals, with a broken wrist, against the Chicago Black Hawks.

“When Floyd Patterson went against Muhammad Ali he was suffering from a slipped disk in his back. He should have postponed the fight, but he kept quiet about the injury and went into the ring and lasted twelve rounds.

“Sonny Liston had a 17-month reign as heavyweight champion, but it ended when he fought the relatively unknown Cassius Clay. Liston, who was viewed as nearly invincible before the fight, was unable to answer the bell for the seventh round, and Clay (soon to take the name Muhammad Ali) was named champion on February 25, 1964. Liston, who was a known drug addict, had barely been grazed by Clay’s right fist, the boxer went down just one minute and 45 seconds into the first round. It was obvious that the fight had been fixed.”

I said, “Take care, Chuck, I have to go.”


Sitting in an abandoned shop doorway sat a man holding a sign that read TRYING TO GET HOME TO P.E.I.  (Prince Edward Island). It was hot, I asked the man if he minded if I sat for a while. He said, “No, by all means, have a seat. I came here with friends to attend a funeral and they left me stranded. I’ve never been in this position before, but people seem friendly. My bus ticket costs $112.00. I’ve been sitting here since 7:30 and I’ve done pretty well — I’ve collected $87.00, just $25.00 short of what I need. I’m sure I’ll be able to collect the rest before my bus leaves at $6.30.

“The police stopped by earlier. I asked them if there was anywhere I could sit with this sign and not get in trouble. They said as long as I wasn’t obstructing traffic, or harassing people in an aggressive manner, I could stay here.

“Back home I work in a restaurant. I do fruit displays, cutting animal shapes out of fruit. I’ll be so happy to get back. After this experience, I’ll never again pass a homeless person without helping them any way I can.”

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28 April 2015

Sitting on his backpack, was a familiar figure. I said to him, “We’ve met before, haven’t we? Is your name Mather?”

“Yes,” he said, “we met last summer. Mather the Cadaver they call me.”

I said, “I’m looking for some of my friends, but can’t find many around.”

Mather said, “Chuck, the guy in the wheelchair, is two blocks down and his son, they call him Toothless, is in the next block. Chuck was having trouble with a crack-head who parked himself five feet away and started panning. That’s considered very bad manners. Toothless came along, picked the guy up, slammed him against the brick wall. He left real quick.

“I don’t socialize very much. The fewer the people around, the less likely I am to get into trouble. A guy came up to me yesterday and said you have multiple personality disorder. That’s just a way of labelling me so that I can be marginalized and isolated. That way, I’m not so much of a threat to them. What they’re afraid of is that I could testify against some of the mafia figures in the city.

“I haven’t been back here for very long. I was in Vancouver, what they call ‘Hollywood North’. It’s bad mixing actors and politicians, fantasy with reality. Scientology is especially bad. They implanted neurotransmitters behind my ears.  If I put a small piece of metal near my ear it will be attracted just like a magnet. Sometimes the pulse is strong and it causes all the muscles in my back to flex and tighten. If the pulse is low my body feels all rubbery. That’s the way they are able to find me.

“Have you heard of ‘acoustic cavity resonators’? Your ear is a resonator. If heat is applied, near these neurotransmitter implants, I can actually hear the sounds produced.

“I don’t take drugs, but the effects of microwaves are similar those of a person who has taken opium for a long time. At first they give you the good stuff that causes happy dreams, then they start giving you the junk that causes nightmares. Twice I’ve been given drinks like Iced Tea laced with opium. I felt really sick.

Tesla theorized that the application of electricity to the brain enhanced intelligence. In 1912, he crafted “a plan to make dull students bright by saturating them unconsciously with electricity,” wiring the walls of a schoolroom and, “saturating [the schoolroom] with infinitesimal electric waves vibrating at high frequency. The whole room will thus, Mr. Tesla claims, be converted into a health-giving and stimulating electromagnetic field or ‘bath.'”The plan was, at least provisionally approved by then superintendent of New York City schools, William H. Maxwell. (Wikipedia)

“In the States the C.I.A. supplies the mafia with opiates and other drugs. The mafia acts as their distribution chain. They do it that way because the mafia will never be taken to court, unless they cross an agent who’s like a Boy Scout. That can cause problems.

“Now I’m living in one of those subsidized death traps. The government uses them as a way to control us.They do it with microwaves. They can be really harmful. What may look like a regular microwave oven is capable of channelling waves that can be transmitted to apartments on either side, or to the ones above and below. When they get as far down as a parking garage they aren’t effective because nobody’s down there. It’s like when you’re a couple of hundred feet below ground in a mine shaft. You don’t hear the voices.

“I used to like Motorola. They made a low-frequency cell phone that wasn’t dangerous to a person’s health. Their competitor was Nokia who made a high-frequency phone — for a lower price. Eventually, to stay in the market, Motorola switched to the high-frequency.

“The politicians could control the entire population with subliminal messages transmitted by cell phones. This is really dangerous stuff.”

I said, “I’ve enjoyed our conversation, but I have to return to work soon. Perhaps, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Take care.”