Sunday, September 20, 2009

a bottle and a high-five: both thrown

One of my first days in Edmonton, as we walked to our local alehouse, a bottle was thrown at us from a passing truck and narrowly missed. When something like that happens it's hard not to think to yourself, 'we are not wanted here.' Happily, things have gone on quite well and without a hitch since. Just yesterday a homeless fellow insisted that we slap a high-five and later an odd man randomly struck up conversation with me about the Magpie that was eating crumbs at the hotdog stand and I felt like such a part of the community.