Weep Not For The Urban Son
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You may weep over the loss of wholesome family experiences and the consequent angst and apathy this loss has created within today’s urban youth.
I take comfort in the fact that it is not altogether true. I know for a fact that city-bred boys are still excited by simple pleasures, like the joy of a father son fishing trip. They just express it differently. Like so (as overheard on the TTC one evening… no, seriously.):
"I'm gonna get me a M*^&*% F*&#@!# pike. And I'm gonna take that b*#@$ and I'm gonna slice it down the middle and I'm gonna fry it's A#! and I don't f*^%$%@ care. I'm gonna split it and put some butter up on that Sh$@ and I'm gonna put it on the f*&^%$# grill."
F&*^%$# right my young friend. F^&*%$# right
I take comfort in the fact that it is not altogether true. I know for a fact that city-bred boys are still excited by simple pleasures, like the joy of a father son fishing trip. They just express it differently. Like so (as overheard on the TTC one evening… no, seriously.):
"I'm gonna get me a M*^&*% F*&#@!# pike. And I'm gonna take that b*#@$ and I'm gonna slice it down the middle and I'm gonna fry it's A#! and I don't f*^%$%@ care. I'm gonna split it and put some butter up on that Sh$@ and I'm gonna put it on the f*&^%$# grill."
F&*^%$# right my young friend. F^&*%$# right
An Ode to Limestone
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It’s been ages since I stuck anything up in here. And will be a little while yet before there is anything worth reading. In the meantime I offer you these random photos of the front of my highschool.
Why?
Because it’s kind of pretty. And my reunion was cancelled. And I have not yet adequately exorcised the nostalgia that arose at the thought of actually being old enough to be the kind of person that could contemplate going to a highschool reunion.
