Sale ended
Let’s turn today into a tale of several boats. First of all, my role as an agent in the world of kayak sales was (mercifully) brief. We could have sold several boats… the sale to the first (oversized) client didn’t happen, leaving room for a second, more robust bid. The third caller had to find a sale elsewhere.
On the evening news, larger boats had my attention. Real ships, unable to leave port for a number of reasons. One, a familiar profile, left me oddly nostalgic.
Back in ’72, my bike and I set sail from Cape Tormentine. My destination, the Island (of course). Among the fleet of ferries, a pair of identical twins: MV Holiday Island and MV Vacationland. I think I was on the latter; it doesn’t matter, because both were in service for years to come.
Fast forward. A new bridge in place, the Holiday Island drifted over to the Wood Island crossing, and the Vacationland disappeared into the mists. Turns out, she’s been moored for the last five years here in Quebec City, undergoing some sort of surgery. I don’t get down to the waterfront, particularly in the industrial sections, but I find the juxtaposition, with my life, to be interesting.
And in the news, I learned that my favourite record store is closing down, after 31 years. It has nothing to do with my leaving town… Les Sillons filled a shrinking niche, and the need for packaged music just isn’t there, any more. I found some wonderful discs there, over the decades (and three locations).
