Seeing the finer arts
This day started out with one of those unfortunate incidents which involved driving the van over a pair of eyeglasses. Thankfully, nobody was wearing them at the time, and on a personal note they weren’t mine. Anyhow. The decision about “should we go to Town” was arbitrarily taken out of our hands. We did enjoy a breakfast at the Sheltered Harbour Cafe in Fortune before goin’ down the road.
That master of optometry, Ron Boyles, was able to find a similar set of frames in shorter than expected order, so the day could continue. This was a wonderful occasion to score great shady parking spots; up by the old YMCA and down beside the Basilica. With the dog asleep at the wheel, we were tourists, free to visit the art gallery where there were some interesting train ideas and some original drafts for the church in Sturgeon. I also received the requisite warning that my camera flash was not required in the situation. Downstairs, an exhibit of various Islanders, both born here and CFA was worth the time. Note that Mary Ross and Suzanne Manovill were among the chosen. Also, an occasion for my significant other to recall her time here as a tour guide in 1976 and finagle a trip into the theatre proper.
Out on Victoria Row, CBC radio had a remote hosted by a member of Sketch-22, and Lorne Elliott was spotted in the audience. Downtown, Charlie Mills still has the unused book business under control, and the kid, limping badly received a catalogue devoted to Warhammer. We met up with the entrepreneurial visionary behind chuala.com and accepted an invite to beta country. Dropped the kid at the cinemas and over to see what was soon to be released in the world of auditory content management systems.
Another trip home in the dark. Lots of potential roadkill and a reminder that the world doesn’t need a streetlight every few metres to be alive and well.
