Trust

After my world adventures I ended up in Bloor West Village, waiting for Mrs. N while she got a haircut T one of the salons on that stretch.

I ended up getting a coffee at Timothy’s, on the northeast end of the village. I went out on the patio which was inhabited by one fellow smoker. We sat one table apart. He had his bag of stuff sitting on one chair, and sundry personal items on the table, as did I. One table divided us.

Several minutes passed and he asked me if I was going to be there for a few minutes. I told him I was. He said he was just going up to the library to get a book and would be back in five minutes, could I watch his stuff.

Of course I would, but WHAT? Have you seen my face? Not the most reputable look in town!

Nevertheless, he trusted me, and I did not let him down.

Btw, before he went to the library he was having his coffee and reading the Koran.

Don’t let the media tell you what to believe.