We’re here at Union Station and there’s plenty of time to have coffee and danish outside the station. Downtown Toronto looks none the worse for yesterday’s big storm when the wind blew trees down all over the city. Strangely enough, yesterday, being the 15th of October was the anniversary of Hurricane Hazel, but I will not realize this until at least a month after I’ve returned from the west coast.
It’s a fairly nice day; not incredibly warm, but certainly not cold. Thick clouds threaten rain but other than that, everything is copasetic as we used to say back in the 60’s.
Ahhhhh! I guess this town can live without my genius self for a while.
The C N Tower is doing what towers are supposed to do – it’s towering over the southern part of the city, looking down on its latest departer.
Jeff and I congratulate ourselves on arranging my small bags, in such a way that they hang neatly from the big rolling suitcase. We have been inside the station, figured out what we’re to do, so we can relax a while.
I bought a lottery ticket – a Banco - scratched it. Didn’t win a blessed thing. Son of a gun! These people just don’t understand – I need the money to cultivate my art. They have no idea who they’re dealing with, I tell you.
Our little breakfast date ended, we move on into the station, with my brilliantly arranged bags. It so happens the gate I’m to be at is # 9. We have a little round of that old song - Westbound # 9.
As I am using a cane these days, (just so I don’t fall on my keester) the attendants direct me to the front of the line and Jeff is given permission to board the train with me, even though he isn’t taking the trip. Ah! The cane comes in handy.
I choose a seat in the economy coach and he, my beast of burden, puts everything up on the rack. Then it’s a quick kiss, a look back as he gets off the train and I sit, fighting tears and guilt that rises as I look back to see him getting off between coaches. Enough of that! I apply myself to the scenic view of Toronto’s old railway yards.
It looks an awful lot better when you stand at the fence down at the bottom of Roncesvalles Avenue and look down over the tracks.
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