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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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He's disappeared, Batshit I mean, 1 month of the restaurant open and no sign of him. I start to get a little concerned, make some enquiries, in Riondel I ask at the general store, it turns out he slipped, fell, maybe broke his hip, at the hospital...they cleaned out his house in Riondel, didn't want him living there anymore, wasn't safe for him...
Call the hospital, but his alias, Kootenay name, it's not good enough.
And now to the troublesome task of finding out his real name. Ask about Riondel, no one knows it. Or if they do they're not saying. And here, I should note, is a big breach in Kootenay Etiquette - you use the name people provide you and don't ask any further. Lots of people around here have good reason not to give you their real name - from the draft dodgers, growers, and people with warrants outstanding, to the plain old "it's my party name", you take everyone at their word and don't pry.
But I gotta pry if I'm gonna find him...
Ask about in Nelson, a few carefully directed queries and I have it...
Pretty ordinary, a quick Google turns up thousands of results. (later research would prove that his real name - for the purposes of the interweb, anyways, is no better than his pseudonym).
Back to the search, rumour had it he was staying at his sisters...
Didn't know he had one. But on the first call it's BINGO.
And take him for dinner and catch up...
Found him, grown old overnight, he's been moved by agencies to Nelson, all of the doctors, nurses, chipping in to get him a place, furnishing his new apartment at a home up ... street, he describes it, he's tickled pink, loving all the attention and fuss he's stirred.
But he's of a sudden grown old, his hip, not broken but a pinched nerve, he's lost 14 lbs, the hip was minor, he was another 17 days in the hospital with pneumonia, he's telling the same stories he's told a hundred times, living in town, this will be good, easier to find him, to take him out, there's shows he'd love, the burlesque, drag shows, night-clubs, town will work a lot better for sure, but I can't help but thinking this newly found comfort will be the death of him...
Fallen down the Kootenay well
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He starts back tomorrow, the Winter's been hard on him, the other waiter at the Pub. Already a skinny guy, he's lost easily another 30 pounds over the winter living in his crack-trailer on the East Shore. He looks like a bobble-headed skeleton, Skeletor, he's been surviving on $150 every 2 weeks EI, the last few months, and I know what that's like, no heat, no company, sitting every day in his trailer, in the dark, the punched in walls, the filthy antechamber filled with the previous residents garbage, broken BBQ's, Old Tube TV's, he was for a while capturing mice, keeping them company, letting them go, ....
Every couple of weeks you'd take him for lunch, he needs it, buy him some cigarettes, groceries, would do more but I haven't been doing so well myself. He's grateful just to get out of the trailer. And you talk to him and the isolation, it's taken it's toll, he was never a great thinker but even the little bit of reason he had seems to have disappeared, he's fallen down the Kootenay well...
He's looking forward to getting back to work. I'm hoping he's still sane enough to hold a job...
Another Wing on my Estate
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A beautiful estate in the country, high, narrow building, and I'm adding another wing, perhaps 3 stories, I'm telling the kids that my stories sold, we're set, and there's a big truck there filled with insulation to be installed and I'm suddenly possessed to check my bank account, just want to make sure I'm not running low...
Through the trees to a creek, shallow, and follow that down to where it meets another creek, and the neighbors, they've told me, I need to plant plum trees, they will overhang the creek with long, deep red fronds and guide the Kokanee salmon up my own little creek to spawn, I'm planting the seeds, gelatinous, big, red, in the creek bed along the bank, in the middle of the main creek I see some trash, an antique gas pump, and hauling it out - it's in good condition - the neighbor looks at it and says that maybe that's why the Kokanee haven't been coming up here to spawn, and I'm looking at the rocks in the creek, the pebbles, making sure they're small enough...
Joan Ocean
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I've linked to this before, but - in light of all the Bigfood / Peter Caine videos I've been watching I thought I'd visit it again. Still LOL funny.
I mean, she's skeptical:
He was seeking advice and suggestions because he said, "I am trying to communicate with Bigfoot and I was wondering how you communicate with dolphins."
I read the email twice and wondered if the writer was joking....
Two weeks later, I received a gift in return. The Sasquatch had chosen a rock for me. A heavy quartz rock, weighing 5 pounds with many little crystal bits within it, gleaming in the light. Along with it came a piece of crumbled paper. On it was the carefully printed words: FOR WATER WOMAN.
Could this be true? I was still doubting the veracity of this.
They should go on a youTube Date, Joan Ocean as the skeptical Dana Scully to Peter Caine's too gullible Fox Mulder...the Truth is out There!
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