Toronto / Montreal
Spike
Spike came around today, just to drop in, and have some prasadam at Govinda's, where I test the food every day before it's served out to lovers of a different kind of food.
Spike is a different kind of fellow, by the way. I haven't seen him for about fifteen years. I’ve known him for about thirty. I knew him as a Deadhead, which means he's an avid follower of the rock band, "The Grateful Dead." I mean that literally; many Deadheads would follow the band's circuit to listen to them at concerts.
"So Spike, are you still a fan?" I asked.
I was surprised to hear: "Not any more. I listen more to jazz and classical stuff."
"You're maturing, Spike. Isn't it a good feeling? You calm down—get more relaxed?"
Spike, whose got that kind of handsome Jewish look, admitted that to some degree he is enjoying the slowed-down-more-experienced way of being. I was thrilled to hear that. He always struck me as being a wild child with a smooth chat.
He loved the food at Govinda's—the kofta balls, the veggies, the soup and pakoras. Prasadam was always a draw for him and other people as well, including the occasional monk. http://www.krishna.com/blog/2012/04/17/craving-koftas
I left Spike to continue his meal while I headed for Montreal. Between the two cities, Toronto and Montreal, moving by car, there's lots of great countryside. I can't help but remembering the towns I’ve walked through. It's nostalgic for me. It was nostalgic also to see Spike again, who is always a character, but a cool one. He likes Krishna also.
May the Source be with you!
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