I was rolling down Sidney Street
corner of College with the lights behaving
like four way stops.
But it no longer mattered to me –
at least not for the time being.
My talks with grandfather always brightened
my day – as much as I hoped my visits to him
did the same.
Gruff and to the point
and perhaps out of touch with today’s problems…
it was his attitude and outlook I wanted to
feel rub off on me – sheer determination
knowing I would find what I was looking for.
Negative attitude and excuses set aside
I wasn’t going to be a
‘this is good enough’ kind of guy.
And of course getting out and moving helped too.
Just taking in the scenery of Quinte and PEC and
thinking about someone other than myself.
Making myself see that I wasn’t the only person in the world…..
God this area was beautiful.
New diamonds in the rough trying to pop out as well.
It would take an artists eye
and a city with its citizens able to look beyond itself to
And I drove past Reid’s Dairy
I turned left onto Roblin rd and into Taste of Country for
some homegrown grub.
I would continue north until I was
on the outskirts.
Turn the local radio up and
let Miller drive me home
while he brought hockey and the Bulls to life one last time.
Find the same girl who stuck quarters in
the wall with me
and sit down and have a meal together.
Tomorrow would be a new day
and in our youth
we’d figure out how to conquer it