I was about 10 years old
and coming home from school.
I remember getting off the streetcar
at the loop by the El Dorado Drive-in Theatre
in Winnipeg’s North Kildonan district
I was asking myself why
my mother didn’t name me Leonard.
I have no idea
where that thought came from
but to my young mind,
it was suddenly the coolest of names.
Soon afterwards, [...]
This morning I put your book on the table,
the one you gave to me for Christmas
just before you told me you were going away
and might never come back.
I have read this book from cover to cover
but its message is deeper than words.
Now whenever I look at it,
I am reminded of you.
Back at the Marina Hotel our tourist life proceeds, usually beginning with an English tea and toast breakfast in the hotel cafeteria. For about $20. Canadian per night we dine amidst brass fittings and the ministrations of white-coated waiters. This is far too expensive for us however and using our tour books we begin the [...]
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