My grandfather used to be a crossing guard. Right near McGregor Arena, on Lawrence. There's a traffic light there now. This is his stop sign, or what's left of it, anyways. Still going strong, and he's been gone for a good 13 years now, and wasn't a crossing guard for a long time before he passed.
He was a grumpy old man, but he was always all right to me. I remember the poplar whistles he used to whittle, and how he used to love just puttering around the cottage lot.
What I'm listening to : Cold Irons Bound 7:15 Bob Dylan Time Out of Mind Rock/Pop
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