Signs of spring in our neighbourhood...


Lenny and I were sitting on the front porch enjoying an early evening breeze.  I love our front porch, especially in the spring around dinner time.  You can always smell somebody's barbecue working and the wafting sweetness of the lilacs from next door.  Neighbours wave hello.  Lenny chews on the ears of her teddy bear.  The Robeau has done such a nice job with our front garden.  It really is a peaceful, quiet little oasis, right here in the city.

All of the sudden, the calm was broken by the sound of a high strung looking guy yelling into his cell phone. Picture Ziggy from The Wire in a stiff Blue Jays cap.
"Bro, I can't go to jail for this, Bro.  If I go back in I'll do six months this time, BRO!!!"
He stops to listen to whatever his "bro" on the other end of the line has to say for himself and starts pacing in front of our white picket fence.  His eyes wander and he catches a glimpse of Lenny.
"Oooooohhh!  What a CUTIE!"
He waves at her, adjusts his ball cap, rolls his eyes at whatever he just heard through what I can only assume is a pay as you go "burner" mobile and then, back into the cell phone:
"BRO. Listen to me.  If I do six months for this, I'm gonna get out and KICK. YOUR. ASS. Dawg.  Believe it, Bro." 
And just like that, he was gone, speed walking towards the Danforth.

"Well, what do you think of that?" I asked Lenny.  She looked thoughtful and replied with by blowing a long, wet, raspberry.  "Me too, Bro" I said, "me too".

1 comment :

  1. H'm, sounds like he might be related to some of the gals at the laundromat. The ones who spend a lot of time on their cells talking to their parole officers. They are always polite enough to ask if I would mind if they switched the TV to Springer. Why? Isn't that their life?

    A porch is a little bit of Heaven.


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