My son Tony drove us around Brandon in the afternoon. We did a little shopping. We saw that the snow that had fallen overnight was melting and the streets were annoying to walk on because of all the puddles and slush.
A shop, near the Real Canadian Super Store, that we walked into had a wall of shame: a wall full of photos of people who were banned from the store. Asking the man at the till why these people were banned, he said he wished that they were just shop-lifting. These people, druggies in fact, were acting bizarrely and were even more hard to deal with than just petty criminals, he continued. Looking at the photos closely, I saw some lost souls who looked absolutely demonic. How can this be happening in Brandon?
This shop wasn’t far from a section of Victoria Avenue where I witnessed some strange behavior. I saw a man, with hoodie, crossing the street, so I slowed down. As the man crossed the street, he seemed to give me a one finger salute. The gesture was made in my direction, and so I thought that he was maybe fingering me because I hadn’t come to a full stop. But he then continued crossing the road to the lanes where cars went in opposite directions to mine — he was giving the finger in the direction of non-existent traffic. Clearly, he had a grudge against the world or was crazy or was on drugs.
Anyway, I am reading Josef Pieper, Anthony Trollope, Alec Guinness, and Marshall McCluhan.
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