I’m sitting on the patio of the Prenup Pub on College Street in downtown Toronto. Let’s see who walks by:
1. A young blond woman, hair sparkling in the late afternoon sun, tenderly holding supper in styrofoam
2. An intense young sweatered man, walking head down, cell phone at the ready
3. Dave, my jolly waiter of the encyclopedic beer memory, all decked out in a Union Jack tie
4. A nut-bearing black squirrel, apparently being chased off by two pigeons. He doesn’t seem too concerned – apparently a rodent on a mission
5. A white woman and a black man, gesturing vigorously, in a sweet way
6. A worn-weary fellow with ponytail and black leather jacket, head bowed, perhaps feeling the weight of the world
7. An elderly Oriental woman, dressed in flecks of purple and white, checking out the three university guys sitting near me. Her face is poker. Can’t tell if it’s appreciation, disdain or neutral
8. Mom kneeling down, buttoning up her 10-year-old girl’s sweater. The kid doesn’t look too pleased with the attention
9. Old gent with two full grocery bags, plopping chunks of bread on the grass across the street. Ten or so pigeons descend
10. A glom of maybe 25 people, laden with shopping bags and backpacks, nestled in a whole bunch of conversations. Attending a conference? An extended family? Strangers going for a first contact? Who knows?
All nice folks, I do believe.