80's Dating Videos
Amusing and Nostalgic. Wayyy before my time, but I sure recognize the players...
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Gainer, Gas, Saskatchewan
The family reunion in Saskatchewan, a poor night out with the staff, sleep, the next morning off to Saskatchewan for the Boyle Family Jamboree. Were it just me I'd give it a miss, but there's the kids to consider (and they as well would give it a miss, but it's family, and they should know them). We set off, the grey, ragged skies of Calgary seemingly following us from Alberta, talk about the importance of getting gas before we run out, I've only ever run out of Gas once in my life, and a 5 mile walk with a Jerry Can taught me a lesson...
I thought. Past Swift Current the towns along the highway get smaller, we pass Chaplin and the Salt mines, the gas light comes on, not even a 100 KM to go...
...and there are no service stations. None. Just the bare and rolling prairie. After our conversation the boy and the girl are watching the guage anxiously, finally, a couple of old houses beside the road, an ancient gas pump, we swerve in...
...looking at the pump, it's not hopeful, 70 years old at least, no sign of a nozzle or hose, there's an older lady getting out of her car ... "Got Gas?" I ask, despite all obvious evidence to the contrary...
"Sure do." She replies..."Let me go grab you a can", And she goes into this little house, a makeshift diner, waiting, waiting...
After about 5 minutes she emerges with 5 empty plastic Jerry Cans under her arm, "Had a bit of a run on it..." she apologizes "But we might be able to squeeze enough out of these to get you to Caronport...it's only 40 KM up the road...when did your gas light come on?"...
There's a faint swishing of gas in a couple of the cans, we marry them, upend them one by one into the tank, marry them again, try again, 20 minutes work for a couple of tablespoons of gas at most...
"How much do I owe you?" I ask, not for the gas so much as her futile helpfulness and good intentions, "Nothing, nothing, come on in and have a coffee, brewed fresh this morning, sign our guestbook", and we have no choice, the boy and I, help her line up the empty gas cans beside her SUV so she can fill them tomorrow, go in for a coffee, small, character living room-cum-diner, sign the guest book..."You know, this town, it''s the home of Gainer the Gopher, where y'all from anyways?" and when I tell her Calgary she explains Gainer the Gopher to us, I know Gainer the Gopher, I lived in Saskatchewan long enough, it's the comically surreal small-town Saskatchewan, David Lynch couldn't cover it better, reminds me a bit of the squirrel lady from ratrace, we head off with our coffees again...
Drive slow, cautiously, optimizing the speed to mileage ratio, we wanna get to Caronport, count the kilometers, eventually, eventually, hold your breath, every kilometer in that direction is one less that we gotta walk, ...
And we make it.
Moose Jaw, the skies clear and the unbounded horizons, visit with family, short, we've arrived at the end of the reunion, dinner tonight, breakfast the next day and we're heading back, spot deer, antelope, a trio of badgers surfing through wheat, the daughter's impressed, she's never seen a badger before, finally Calgary again in the early evening, and now, perhaps, my vacation can begin...
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Farewell
A productive day. Daughter to camp, AMA, Maps and Health Insurance, Bank, deposit cheques, write up a years worth of child support, various other things...
Then Lunch with A*****. His last night, Saturday, he's on vacation with the rest of us, going back to Italy, but he's decided not to return. I don't blame him. Life here, in this restaurant, it's fucking shit. He misses his daughter, his common-law, well, there are problems there, but whatever battles he faces there are easier than the restaurant here. He's done.
So is the restaurant. Lunch, a cheap ethnic buffet, we talk about it, how tired it is, the faded and worn linen, dirty, old, it's over, it's time. The owner, the customers, the freeloaders and moochers, it was, still is, an institution, but it should be done. Over. Now. He's free, I still have a month left, and the impending vacation with the daughter, the trip (just passed) to Saskatchewan, they're all threatening my finances...
We talk, of his past few days, the going away parties, the people he saw, people he missed....he didn't miss much. In the two years he worked here he left the city maybe 3 or 4 times, always, only with me, to Waterton one weekend, Banff another, Prospecting, Drumheller another. His life, otherwise, was work, the classic immigrant-on-immigrant slavery, the Conservative sanctioned and thinly veiled "TFW" program, the 12 and 15 hour work days, 5 and 6 days a week...
The restaurant, we've been besieged as of late with Corporate Realtors, Accountants, he's making plans, we don't know what they are but we can guess, the Nephew, supposedly the "Inside Scoop", he isn't privy, he provides us with contradictory guesses as to what it's all about twice a day...
I'm envious of him. I don't want to go back, at all, ever, we've been through a lot, me and him, we and the nephew, he's been a sport, born all our innuendo and insults, dark gallows humor, he's been a good worker, a proper colleague, co-worker, another stand-up guy in the trenches, these are rare, and we talk about his job offers, opportunities back home, they are not so good, restaurants there are run much the same as restaurants here, shit pay, long hours...but there, there's no tipping, no compensation, it's worse, if it can be imagined...
Awkward, these goodbyes, he still has to pack, get to the airport, me, to pick up my daughter from camp...
But it's time, and he comes round the jeep to give me a hug, he's crying, and I feel it, feel every fucking inch of shit this country dumped on him, there's no reason for it, fucking hell, and a slight epiphany, selfish motives perhaps, mediocre financial gain, but I'm in the same boat, and why is it so fine that the restaurant so shit on me, and I double my resolve to leave...
...he's crying, leaves quickly, I promise to visit him, but time and paths weave and I think we both know better...
In a sporting good humor, good-naturedly wearing the boots, belts, cowboy shirt I picked up for him, he'd never been hit on by so many men in his life...
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Pokemon
I'd been seeing them forever, late at night they'd come out after I had a few drinks, lurking about the apartment, I never told anyone, who would believe me?
As luck would have it, the daughter, she caught a couple of pictures of them...
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After which we went a little further afield, I'm interested in this, not so much that I'd play, but in the possibilities. There's a Lure set up in the neighborhood, a gym, countless people in the parks waiting for the Pokemon to show up, there's the Pokestops, and other, older players give her advice how to level up quicker, how to shoot them in drive by's, the walking aspect of it, the attention to neighborhood attractions, these are all very cool things, and I can imagine a thousand ways the technology will evolve, different fauna for different regions, appearances at different times of day, in differing weather conditions, the possibilities are just beginning and my mind races, but for the moment, it's time well spent with the daughter...
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