Showing posts with label Elgin Street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elgin Street. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2009

381...Free Food In Ottawa

July 6th, a bit after noon, St. Luke's Park, between Elgin and Cartier in Ottawa.

I will be there. Red sombrero.

You be there too.

WFDS

Sunday, June 7, 2009

228...Do They Get The New York Times In Heaven?

If they do, The Greatest Canadian [at least according the CBC], Tommy Douglas, must be smiling.

First thing that popped out of my copy of the New York Times [only N I N E dollars, plus tax, at Boushey's, Elgin Street, Ottawa---by the way that is more than a cooked chicken---N I N E] was the lead that President Obama's is going to step up his role in pushing for health care reform. He had previously said that he would leave the contentious issue, and why universal health care is contentious is beyond me, to Congress. Instead President Obama will give speeches and conduct town-hall style meetings to push his preferred policies, including government-run insurance coverage. Nice step, four or five or six decades too late but, better late than never.

By the way, N I N E dollars. No comics. Quite the racket, eh?

WFDS

Monday, June 1, 2009

186...Vegetarian Vegetable

Is the soup of the day at the Elgin Street Diner, Elgin and Gladstone in Ottawa.

I will have mine with beef, please.

WFDS

Sunday, February 15, 2009

12...Racial Profiling

A quick note.

I got racially profiled last night at MacLaren's, a poolhall/bar on Elgin Street in Ottawa.

I was, and this is relevant, on my way back from the U of Ottawa/Queen's basketball game, wearing a Syracuse hoodie, a 'cuse hat, watching Nate Robinson win the NBA All Star game dunk contest when it happened.

I was talking to this East African man, I will call him Jamal [because that is what his name is] about the dunks, the green uni Mr. Robinson was wearing, whether the Raptors will ever go deep in the playoffs, trying to sell him on going to see U of Ottawa play Carleton next Saturday at the U of Ottawa and on and on and on while watching the dunk competition. Not a lick of ice in my field of vision.

And then it happened.

He asked me, no, he told me, told me, right out of the blue that he didn't understand or care much for hockey but I obviously was a big hockey fan ['cause I am a middle aged White guy] and that was the end of that.

The knife cuts both ways.

Pretty Darn Strange, eh?

WFDS