Monday, September 18, 2006

My Wonderful World

I understand that not everyone's world is good, and some are very bad, as for the one-third of humanity which lives and dies without ever not being hungry. But my world has been just better than I could have hoped or managed. My original geography, my family DNA, my early childhood crossing with world events, were all so unusual, even startling, that it was as if someone was orchestrating my introduction into this life of collisions of cultures we witness now. We may experience it next door, or by media, or airline, but in any case it is inescapable. To encapsulate it, for my sins I live in Toronto, by far the most cosmopolitan city in the world, if you count the 150+ languages, cultures and religions which flourish and, of course, clash here. I'm not saying all is good, whatever that might mean, but boring it is not. Now, back to me.

I was born at an early age, I understand, and according to all reports, with fairly firm opinions in advance of any direct fresh air evidence of the things about which I held these opinions. We are all born somewhere, among people, and so our first views come with the words and grammar of our parents, relatives, friends, and enemies, and the views of these people we soak up as geese adopt whatever they see as they hatch, whether that is a farmer, a hen, a rock, or a PhD. And so, like yourself, I was pushed out physically, and punched out mentally and physiologically into whatever I was when I began to experience this world, which, I insist, is wonderful.

4 Comments:

At 12:11 PM, Blogger Tomcann said...

I most certainly agree that living in Toronto was never boring.
I was working for a world famous tool manufacturer and was trasnsferred from B.C. to sort out the Toronto area in the early ' 60's. I chose to live in the Don Mills Suburb which had recently opened a four lane highway connecting the bypassing #401 with the downtown area and was a joy to drive the close to 15 miles to downtown, particularly in the week long springtime !
Soon the idiots found this shortcut, and one in particular in his Porsche seemed to revel in his 70 mph passing me staying close to the limit of 60mph.
One day I took great delight in watching the local gendarmes issue him with an invitation to contribute to their funds. The newspapers carried the full story the following day.
He was apparently waylaid doing 70 - 75 - 80- 85 and finally 90 which at that time was classifed as being "furious driving" and merited a B&B session in the local slammer complete with an invitation to meet with a local magistrate who had no optiion but to confiscate his licence. He was apparently a well known Lawyer !

 
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