7 July 2009

Chinese Mother and Daughter Meet Paul St. Pierre


Sonja and I spent Sunday in a park. We laid out our blue blanket on the brown grass and read and watched the boats going out to sea and coming back to get more beer. Sonja read her sex book. When your old man gets to be as old as me a good sex book is as good as it gets. I started a book by David Sedaris. Guy in the book shop told me Sedaris is funny as fuck. He forgot to tell me Sedaris is also gay as fuck too unless his wife is named Hugh.

It got to be a little hot in the sun for me so when a shaded bench overlooking the water opened up I went over and sat down. It was a splendid spot. Too splendid a spot, I thought, to be left alone for long. Sure enough a Chinese lady and her daughter sat down beside me and began taking pictures of themselves and chatting in their language.

In the past I would not have talked to them but since I have to fill up this space with bullshit I small-talked them. "We have only been in Canada one year," the daughter told me, her English perfect. "We love it here in Canada." Everybody loves it here in Canada.

They had not yet left the invisible urban walls of Dope City. "We don't have a car," the daughter told me. I told them they must get into the wilderness as soon as possible. "Lots of people come to this country and never leave the city once they get here. Or if they do get out of the city they never get past Whistler. You will never fully understand the great mystery of Canada until you have paddled across one of our great lakes in a canoe."

My bench sharing new friends listened to me politely. I looked into their sweet brown eyes and wondered how much dog they had eaten back in China.

The daughter asked me, "Are there other places near Dope City we could visit without a car as nice as this?" I told them, "Probably not," but told them of a few places nearly as nice. Then I told them to check out Paul St. Pierre's books from the library this winter when they wanted to experience Canada from the warmth of their Bumblebee apartment.

"Who is this Paul St. Pierre you speak so highly of?" the daughter asked.

"He could have been the Prime Minister of Canada" I answered, "if only he was not from the West and drank more."

I have met many more strangers than I did in the past since I began the Dope City Free Press. The mother and the daughter were the best strangers yet. They are going to do alright in my country. They are going to do alright.

6 comments:

Jon said...

Possibly because I'm in the transit biz, I'm aware of a few pretty good bus trips to wilder, if not wild parts of California. Every once in a while I meet people like a father and son team who had figured out how to go camping using the bus. They had their coolers and gear lashed together into large but tidy bundles and they had figured out what buses they needed and had their schedules in their hands. They expected to end up lugging everything for the last mile or two, but they were cheerful and looking forward to the adventure. I liked them, like your Chinese ladies.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

By the looks of things we are going to be seeing a lot more adventurous types using the bus to get them some place special. By adventurous, of course, I mean without the funds to own a car.

Gazetteer said...

You got the wrong Sedaris.

The earlier ones have more funny, less Hugh.


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How do I know this? Because my kid buys me stuff like the right Sedaris.

Jon said...

Other than the fact that my knee is too fucked up to do any running, I am trying to keep in mind the olde punke rocke saying, "You don't own anything you can't carry at a dead run."

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Think I will be going back to the beginning with Sedaris. The book I'm reading, When You Are Engulfed in Flames, is worth reading for the story about Helen alone.

Gazetteer said...

Fair enough,

And yes, the Helen (of not Troy) story is a good one.

It is still not the good Sedaris, however.

Case in point is 'Me Talk Pretty One Day' which includes a most excellent story about, amongst other things, dogs, called 'Youth in Asia'.

You can listen to Sedaris the younger read it here.

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