A gathering; a reunion. I’m not quite sure what to make of it. I’m not even sure exactly why I went. Probably more out of curiosity. I recognised a name on the list of attendees. I left the school in 1967 when we moved to Montreal. The fellow belonging to the name I recognised was a friend of my borther’s. He lived a block away from us then and now he lives within a few kilometers of where I live now. Another fellow was in the same Cub troop as my brother. The United Church on 33rd. Odd.
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