Showing posts with label downtown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label downtown. Show all posts
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The cross street is West Broadway. Click the image to enlarge it.[/caption]
The cross street is West Broadway. Click the image to enlarge it.[/caption]
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"No officer, the eyes are close but my friend was clean-shaven and had smaller ears."[/caption]
I saw him slouching into the McDonald's last night dragging a giant black hockey bag. That told me lots. I knew he wasn't over here just to get some fresh air.
He didn't see me. He only came over to me because he saw my laptop. He wanted to borrow part of an AC adapter -- the wall plug part he didn't have. He was kneeling down to look at my adapter and only then looked up at me.
"Oh, it's you" he said, in his distinctive gravelly voice, more a statement of fact than anything else.
I took in the cleanness of him, the dryer-sheet smell of fresh laundered clothing and his slightly mussed appearance, particularly both his eyes -- his black eyes. The bruising had to be a few days from fresh but he still brought to mind a tall, rangy, raccoon.
He had a story all right and he told it to me. In a nutshell: room broken into and burgled; took law into own hands; arrested; homeless again after five years off the streets.
How sad, but sadly not unusual. And of course he made a bee-line for Fairview -- why wouldn't he? A fellow who had been so visibly homeless in and around the South Granville area when I came out on the street in 2004.
"No officer, the eyes are close but my friend was clean-shaven and had smaller ears."[/caption]I saw him slouching into the McDonald's last night dragging a giant black hockey bag. That told me lots. I knew he wasn't over here just to get some fresh air.
He didn't see me. He only came over to me because he saw my laptop. He wanted to borrow part of an AC adapter -- the wall plug part he didn't have. He was kneeling down to look at my adapter and only then looked up at me.
"Oh, it's you" he said, in his distinctive gravelly voice, more a statement of fact than anything else.
I took in the cleanness of him, the dryer-sheet smell of fresh laundered clothing and his slightly mussed appearance, particularly both his eyes -- his black eyes. The bruising had to be a few days from fresh but he still brought to mind a tall, rangy, raccoon.
He had a story all right and he told it to me. In a nutshell: room broken into and burgled; took law into own hands; arrested; homeless again after five years off the streets.
How sad, but sadly not unusual. And of course he made a bee-line for Fairview -- why wouldn't he? A fellow who had been so visibly homeless in and around the South Granville area when I came out on the street in 2004.
It's nothing big; a few feet of concrete sidewalk on the East side of Burrard St., South of 11th Ave. But it's 82-year-old concrete -- the year, "1931," is embossed on one edge. On the opposite edge is the name of the street: "Cedar St." They did that back then, embossed dates, street names, even block numbers in sidewalks -- nice touches; a bit labour-intens... Just a minute. ...
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It's called Fairview for a reason. Looking North down Alder Street, across False Creek, at downtown Vancouver. Can you say idyllic, peaceful day? I knew you could. Click the image to enlarge it.[/caption]
It's called Fairview for a reason. Looking North down Alder Street, across False Creek, at downtown Vancouver. Can you say idyllic, peaceful day? I knew you could. Click the image to enlarge it.[/caption]
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What's a Palm Bay when it's at home? a vodka cocktail in a can; fruit-flavoured, tasty, sweet. Made locally. What were we talking about again? [/caption]
I mentioned here, how some binners acquire keys to dumpster locks. Pictured above is one of those collections. The owner of this set says, all the keys work, giving access to "everything." Well, almost everything; there are new keys coming out all the time, and there are, maybe, 24 more keys they would like to get. This collection is a twenty-year work-in-progress. By contrast, I have, umm, four dumpster keys.
What's a Palm Bay when it's at home? a vodka cocktail in a can; fruit-flavoured, tasty, sweet. Made locally. What were we talking about again? [/caption]I mentioned here, how some binners acquire keys to dumpster locks. Pictured above is one of those collections. The owner of this set says, all the keys work, giving access to "everything." Well, almost everything; there are new keys coming out all the time, and there are, maybe, 24 more keys they would like to get. This collection is a twenty-year work-in-progress. By contrast, I have, umm, four dumpster keys.
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