Life in a small town

Reality Check … part 3

So Wednesday went forward without a hitch. So normal that if you hadn’t lived through having 5 guys armed with crowbars smash their way into your home and rob you of 29k of stuff you would never believe anything had happened.

Everything moves forward perfectly normally. The insurance adjuster arrived at lunch time and it took about 45 minutes to bring him up to speed, give him the grand tour, complete our statements, give all the legal and police and Health Canada contacts and case numbers and the pictures and videos and so on. I was reminded at one point of an old movie I remember, I felt like I was rerunning “Alice’s Restaurant”  retelling the story of the littering case with the 27 8×10 colour glossy photos with the circles and arrows and paragraphs on the back. If you remember “Alice’s Restaurant” you have to be as old as me, HAH! The 1969 movie is here but it was slow loading on my system, your mileage may vary.

This air of complete normalcy leads most customers to question what they have heard (remember, everyone hears everything, and everyone dies famous in a small town), listen to our memorized recitation, and respond. Almost to a woman, they are horrified and wonder why anyone would do such a thing. The universal response of the males is that they would have taken out the shotgun and killed them. I don’t have the time or energy to disabuse them of their fantasies. When it comes to the reality of violence and force most folks seem to live in a fantasy of denial and imaginary head movies. These are nice, normal, kind, productive, people who for the most part have no clue how to deal with violent aggression and the fall out from same.

That’s a good thing. This is one of the reasons I chose to live here rather than in any big city. I love small towns. The glass guy says: “Joe, if this happens, call me anytime of the day or night”. He really means it and follows through. I have not experienced this sort of attention in big cities and I have lived in a few over the last 60 years. Some of the folks here have lived in the big city as well.

My next door neighbour on main street is from Lebanon. He runs a great Pizza & Steak House. He lived in Parkdale, Toronto, Ontario for 20 years when he got to Canada and wouldn’t go back. He had no suggestions about how we should have handled things. His comment was that he was glad we weren’t hurt and didn’t miss a business day. I agree. The inventory we ordered Monday evening arrived at 08:00 this Tuesday morning and we had an hour to get everything sorted and back on the shelves, before opening for business as normal, which we managed to do.

So Pizza (from my friend’s restaurant) and spinach salad with hot peppers and anchovies and chopped green onions and chopped pickled carrots with a Blue Cheese dressing (yum) for supper, and walk the mother in law (like other folks walk their dog) and early to bed. Tomorrow is another busy day.



Dawn of a New Day

Dawn of a New Day


Disclaimer for nitpickers: We take pride in being incomplete, incorrect, inconsistent, and unfair. We do all of them deliberately


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