on with humble and fred..

The talk was short. It was great to catch up with my two radio pals, though. Laughs, jokes and memories through the podcast universe late yesterday morning. You can check out the episode featuring this very blogger Here.

things i think in the park. with charlie.

Waiting for the phone to ring. Exhausted. Pavement pounded today downtown. Love my big city. I wear my feelings of Toronto on my sleeve. I noticed that today. I want to write a long entry, but it's just not happening. Seems like I keep on typing and erasing. Re-doing and then erasing again. Tired. I guess it won't be long as I thought. As my pops would say, When it's ready, it'll come knocking. Tomorrow. I'm in need of a long entry. I haven't had one in a while. Phone still not ringing. Phone is quiet there days. Hence the long entry. Stop thinking, Shane. Seems like everywhere I walked at the mall could've been a tribute to Steve. Reading. Texting. Touching. Nice to know people are still acting foolish. It was neat. I sat down in the park and chilled out with the birds. I named one Charlie. He was keeping me company. Think he was waiting for me to dig into my pockets and pull out a juicy Quarter Pounder. No go. Didn't happen. But he chilled anyway. He was cool. I people watched. Wondered if they're life was like mine. Or better. Or worse. If the suit people lived in snobby households up north and do winters in the Hamptons and why do the people from that big office building look so upset and angry? And why do the homeless people seem content? Things I think. I went deeper, but I won't bore you with those thoughts. They scare me, even. Stuff about the sky, clouds, the sun, moon, the universe. Big picture stuff. Thought all this while in a park. With Charlie. Maybe that's why I'm so tired now. Charlie wore me out.


Lesson of the day: Try to think during your day. Not too much. That'll just get you going crazy. Guess reflect is a better word. Reflect. Appreciate. Ponder. Ask questions and search out the answers. Never stop the wonder. It'll give your head a good workout and you will find you will get more appreciation for how things are and why. Hopefully that made sense. Again. I'm tired.

the walls of simplicity.

I used to go to the library all the time as a kid. It was really just an excuse to get out of the house and be by myself and taste a bit of freedom. The sanctuary of the big building on Yonge Street with the books made me feel like a grown-up. Went by yesterday as a meeting spot to hitch the ride to Michigan. As soon as I stepped foot on the property, I flashed back at least 20 years to the simpler days. The place smelled the same. The cafe was still there brewing the same coffee. The Records and Tapes were replaced with DVDs. The huge tables now have computers instead of books. The one thing I did find comforting is that the good ol' section Non-Fiction M2032 was still there showcasing the music biographies I would thumb through instead of writing an essay on Greek Lit. It was a good stroll down memory lane visiting the walls of simplicity. I'll be sure to return one day.