My caddy turned right onto Dundas
and the water ran along my left.
I put the downtown behind me
and the memory of Reddick’s Bakery back in the vault.
Sailboats lined the shore
the bridge was pulling herself up
facing the sunshine and blue sky.
20 more minutes and I would be in the County.
I was feeling nostalgic today
The drive I was hoping
was going to help clear my head.
I’ve been trying to find myself
trying to find my place in the world
and I had nothing but time to think
‘how do you find yourself in this area?’
negative thoughts don’t help.
I turned left and the bridge began
to nose the front of the caddy.
A gas-guzzling gift given to me from
I’m a 20 something man
driving a long yellow canary
rather than something modern.
My thoughts rose with the bridge
and over to the County.
It was now Spring moving into Summer
but passing over the bridge always brought back memories of
I loved winter in Belleville as a high-school’r
and I loved it as a Loyalist College kid.
Skating on the Bay
looking up at the brown brick radio station
and OHL players of the era
coming down to skate and join in
I hit the arc of the bridge
and the sun sparkled.
Trenton was just down water to the right
and Kingston was just up the
waters to the left.
I was heading straight – south.
South through Puslinch
South past Roblin Lake
South beyond Picton.
I was heading towards West Lake Retirement
I was going to visit my grandfather.