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Saturday, October 25, 2003
During my stay in, and on the journey to Calgary I saw several things glorious and wonderful to behold. Among, but not limited to these are: (1) A Parking for Guinness Drinkers Only sign at a pub dad took me to for authentic fish and chips. (2) A guy taking a leak in the ditch by the highway. (3) Another guy taking a leak in the ditch by the highway, and, (4) The cutest (female) cop I've ever seen.
In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:5:58 PM Friday, October 24, 2003
I'm off for a couple of days. To Calgary. For some reformation convention. I should be back saturday noontime. Keep it real!
In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:11:08 AM Thursday, October 23, 2003
I went with my boss down to St. Albert to pick up a bunch of books. It was at a Roman Catholic housing complex sort of deal from what I gathered, for retired or elderly priests. The house that the books were in looked to be about 60 - 100 years old, though equipped with the comforts of modern science (viz, the latrine was indoor; also the kitchen looked like the TV set for Iron Chef). There was a lot of brick though, and it looked positively peachy.
When we were done loading the books, they invited us for some coffee. Yes, I can truthfully say that this morning I was paid to drink coffee. I was also offered a cookie, but I remembered the dying words of my old seadog rover very drunk uncle who said, "Son, you never take a cookie from a Catholic, you hear me? Especially if it has chocolate chunks in it. The cookie I mean, not the Catholic!" And he laughed his rover seadog laugh and choked on his beer and died. Upon inspection, it seemed that these particular cookies did indeed have chocolate chunks in them, so I dutifully refrained. "Gosh," said the cleaning maid, "It's good to have a good woman around the house to do the baking." "And the laundry, and the cleaning and everything else," said Brother Omar. "Keep them pregant and barefoot," he said with a wink. The maids laughed. "That's terrible," Said Jenny. "Brother Omar is old school," she explained. "That's old old school," said my boss. "He's been in the boonies, haven't you?" "Oh yes. My god, yes." said Brother Omar. "I used to teach Latin prayers to the young men. That was when the French was dying out in the west here. I went up to the Father one day and said, 'Can't we teach them their prayers in English?' He just looked at me and said, 'No. Latin.' It was hard work, but they did it. And forty years later they come up to me and say--" and he rattled off a Latin prayer. "What does that mean?" asked a maid. "I don't know!" laughed Brother Omar. "I haven't any idea. Neither do they." "How can you teach a language and not know it?" "Oh, you can." Said Brother Omar. "You can." We took our leave shortly thereafter. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:3:53 PM Wednesday, October 22, 2003
I've been watching Schindler's List these days. Sort of a few scenes at a time. Somehow I love that movie. It's sad and morbid, maybe even depressing, but its so well done, and the acting is so good. Thank goodness for Jews in showbiz.
I've also been listening to the soundtrack a lot. A really lot. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:5:02 PM
So we aren't really dead. Just sleeping. Or maybe comatose.
In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:2:56 PM Monday, October 20, 2003
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