"Then they aren't Christians."
--Walk the Line
Dreamed of visiting my hometown Sackville, N.B.; finding out that they'd changed the name of Union Street; living on my own and being unable to take it; remembering my first experience of it at 24 (I couldn't take it then); comparing it to the scene in Born Free where Elsa the lioness spent a week back in the wild and couldn't take it.
Dinner was KFC.
Saw James Mangold's Walk the Line at the Varsity. It's a somewhat conventional but highly entertaining biography of Johnny Cash. Great concert scenes. (I wish I had a girlfriend like June Carter!) It was a Meetin event, but the only other member I could find was Gerard. He's a special education teacher who's found a six-year-old pupil who seems to have Asperger's Syndrome like me. He may arrange for the kid and his family to come meet me.
Moira went to Kingston again.
No comments:
Post a Comment