A few things have changed in the last year and half--not just your facial hair. For one, the way you say street names has changed. For another, I'm no longer scared shitless by our website. And then, I suppose, there's the seasons, which are constantly changing but somehow always the same, which seems to be a recurring theme with us. I guess that about segues into my letter, which I couldn't write on the day of, but which I made sure to remember so I could write it later. So here goes: a typical Monday in the life of Sal Walker.
The Spring Equinox in Toronto as Narrated by our daring hero Sal Walker, to his far-off friend, Henry the Half-Back Kid
Wake up. Eat a piece of fruit. Pack my bags. Hit the road. Today I'm driving, so I listen to radio. It's Bobby Orr's birthday (20 March 1948), which disc jockey commemorates with the Tragically Hip's Fireworks:
You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr
I grew emotional. I parked next to the river. I walked through the valley to get to school. I sat through class. In lecture hall I learned a new aphorism: "Ars longa, vita brevis." I grew emotional.
I bought chicken on my way home. The lady didn't have enough change, so she gave me $15 back and told me to repay the difference next time. While waiting, she talked about the child killer from Niagara--how could someone do something like that?
I got home. Ate the chicken in bed. Slept for a few hours. Tried to work. Went back to bed. Tried to work. Fell asleep.
And so ends our Hero's Adventures of the Toronto Spring Equinox. Till next time.
Well, that's my side. Seriously though, Henry, you can't leave New York! Doesn't your novel have a Part Two that needs tending?
On a related note, I hear Chicago has cheap rent. Should we visit there sometime? Or maybe I could meet you in Philadelphia! I've been watching It's Always Sunny and I gots to go.
Your Trusty Side-Kick,
P.S. Included some photos I took on the equinox for your pleasure from my walk on Monday.