Sunday 5 April 2009

Monday, March 30th, 2009

"From Snow to Houdini"

Montreal, Quebec

Constant rain seemed to move the last traces of snow, though stubbornly clumps of the film covered stuff remain tucked under north shadows cast by buildings and trees. Winter is being ushered out and cyclists, pedestrians and motorists get excited by the change.

Personally, I have always enjoyed the drama of seasonal change. Variety is the spice of life.

My day became stocked well with tasks that included receiving guests with personal issues and not even enticing some of those who wished to talk to do so while on a walk. I am a fan of fresh air and good respiration.

One person who came to visit me has been a friend for many years - Yves Prescott. Yves has native blood and always reminds me of native culture and customs. Though he is proud of his heritage he is expert at drawing from all traditions, impersonating practically anyone. He really has got all accents down from my part of the world and like any comic is able to express the futility of our modern world in a most humorous way.

Yves knows his city well and is a store-house of information. And about Montreal, it was here that the famous escape artist, master magician, Houdini, died at one of the city's hotel lobbies. A casual admirer wanted to test Houdini's invincibility and gave him a punch in the stomach. The master of escapism was caught off-guard and quickly thereafter was set-up for a new body.

Life is fragile.

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