Wed. July 23, 2008 - Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
“The chronicle Journal” newspaper featured a front page photo by Jamie Smith this morning captioning it is “It must be love”. A very positive photo of six of our girls, capturing a moment during their Bharat Natyam dance in the performance of, “Dharma” the night before. A short description of it reads, Yoga of Love brings Krishna Youth from across North America together to do cultural performances.” Personally I was elated to see this. I’m sure our Guru, Srila Prabhupada would also be pleased.
The organizer, Dr. Jani and I took a decent distance japa (mantra) walk in Neebing. The sky was clear with green all around us and fresh air was stimulating. At one point my realization went on to express itself to Jani , “ With all the green around us isn’t it obvious that this is the colour most of our food should be?”
He concurred.
In the evening Dr. Jani organized a chanting session in the park at the sight of a gorgeous lake. Under a tamarack tree local folks came to chant and drum with us. It’s what I call a spiritually profitable day.
4km
B L O G S P O T
Friday, 25 July 2008
Monday, July 21st, 2008
Mon. July 21, 2008 - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Festivals in Krishna Consciousness can be very tense from both the administrative and performance perspective. You are involved with a lot of people. To unwind, walking from a festival site back to a local temple or one’s accommodations spot is so much a must for me. It allows me time to go over what went on, what went right, and what went wrong. As it is the mundane world we live in `nothing is ever perfect. So I add up mentally the pluses and minuses.
The last few evenings I had been able to trek the stretch from the ferry docks at the base of Yonge Street on up to the Avenue Rd. temple.
This evening I went to visit a sibling, Pauline, who is turning half a century in four days! My little sister lost her husband to a nasty bullet shot last December leaving all of us startled in an unexpected mystery. In our tradition monks are permitted to see family and to give comfort and so here I am seeing and supporting Pauline. She has increased her level of hope and is looking more positive. She relayed a story about dad going back many years when his employers announced to himself and all co-workers about their being laid off of work at the factory. His co-workers left the building somewhat disgruntled. Dad stayed on feigning that his shoes need re-tying. When all left except the employer he said firmly, “ I need to work. I’ll do anything. I’ll sweep the floor, whatever you want!” So he stayed on being employed. Dad was not a quitter.
When I returned back to the temple being driven by the moody monk (who admits he’s less moody these days) I took another unwinding walk to reflect on the policy of determination in spiritual life. I had a good sleep that night.
7km
Festivals in Krishna Consciousness can be very tense from both the administrative and performance perspective. You are involved with a lot of people. To unwind, walking from a festival site back to a local temple or one’s accommodations spot is so much a must for me. It allows me time to go over what went on, what went right, and what went wrong. As it is the mundane world we live in `nothing is ever perfect. So I add up mentally the pluses and minuses.
The last few evenings I had been able to trek the stretch from the ferry docks at the base of Yonge Street on up to the Avenue Rd. temple.
This evening I went to visit a sibling, Pauline, who is turning half a century in four days! My little sister lost her husband to a nasty bullet shot last December leaving all of us startled in an unexpected mystery. In our tradition monks are permitted to see family and to give comfort and so here I am seeing and supporting Pauline. She has increased her level of hope and is looking more positive. She relayed a story about dad going back many years when his employers announced to himself and all co-workers about their being laid off of work at the factory. His co-workers left the building somewhat disgruntled. Dad stayed on feigning that his shoes need re-tying. When all left except the employer he said firmly, “ I need to work. I’ll do anything. I’ll sweep the floor, whatever you want!” So he stayed on being employed. Dad was not a quitter.
When I returned back to the temple being driven by the moody monk (who admits he’s less moody these days) I took another unwinding walk to reflect on the policy of determination in spiritual life. I had a good sleep that night.
7km
Saturday, July 19th, 2008
Sat. July 19, 2008 - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
I failed to mention about another one of the highlights at Toronto’s Chariot Festival. It’s the killer kirtan (chanting session) that resonates under the tunnel or overpass. A good 4 000 people come, with resounding drums shattering the heart of Maya (illusion) under the Gardiner Expressway. What an attraction!
For a full hour I was asked to lead the chanting and, of course, that is a great honour. On centre island a new feature was a massive tent erected to accommodate many persons. Rain seems to haunt the chariot festivals everywhere we go and it was no exception here. The tent saved the day and offered ample shelter.
Our youth from the bus tour did a startling performance. Some of the actors are having break-throughs and that is making the difference. Prior to our “Dharma” performance two dancers, one in sufi style and one in Kathak rendered a great piece. Their level of professionalism was something I thought our community needed to see from time to time. When professionalism and devotionalism get married to each other it is a perfect harmony. Our guru Srila Prabhupada., had hired professional Shenai (horn) players to perform in order to set ragas or moods of devotional type. He also encouraged us to do anything well and to pay attention to details in all that we do. In other words, “Be mindful”
12km
I failed to mention about another one of the highlights at Toronto’s Chariot Festival. It’s the killer kirtan (chanting session) that resonates under the tunnel or overpass. A good 4 000 people come, with resounding drums shattering the heart of Maya (illusion) under the Gardiner Expressway. What an attraction!
For a full hour I was asked to lead the chanting and, of course, that is a great honour. On centre island a new feature was a massive tent erected to accommodate many persons. Rain seems to haunt the chariot festivals everywhere we go and it was no exception here. The tent saved the day and offered ample shelter.
Our youth from the bus tour did a startling performance. Some of the actors are having break-throughs and that is making the difference. Prior to our “Dharma” performance two dancers, one in sufi style and one in Kathak rendered a great piece. Their level of professionalism was something I thought our community needed to see from time to time. When professionalism and devotionalism get married to each other it is a perfect harmony. Our guru Srila Prabhupada., had hired professional Shenai (horn) players to perform in order to set ragas or moods of devotional type. He also encouraged us to do anything well and to pay attention to details in all that we do. In other words, “Be mindful”
12km
Friday, July 18th, 2008
Fri. July 18th - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Andrew is a young cyclist who passed by me on the side walk this evening. He turned around and came back to greet me.
“ I just went through an awesome experience and then I saw you. Maybe this is a coincidence.,” said Andrew. “I’m a bit shaken up about the murder that just happened across the street in my low criminal neighbourhood. I felt like my own life was threatened. Can you explain what I’m going through?”
So I did explain philosophically according to the teachings of the Bhagavad-Gita And my own experience what he was going through. We are all in the bodily concept of life convinced that this body- the shell is the be-all and end-all. We have all heard of the shell cracking and breaking, however, the substance within, the atma , does not break or dissolve. This substance is what we truly are. The reason we live in fear is due to this misidentification with the body. We just need to get priorities straight. The soul must be considered. It is not bio-degradable. It persists. Any unfinished business has its opportunity to continue in the next successive life (or lives).
Andrew, the cyclist, left with gratitude for me to have taken the time to leave him with these concepts.
Tonight I offended someone after acting as spokesperson for some of our youth. I felt bad about his response but I resolved that time will heal and efforts on my part will be a work in progress for regaining friendships.
6km
Andrew is a young cyclist who passed by me on the side walk this evening. He turned around and came back to greet me.
“ I just went through an awesome experience and then I saw you. Maybe this is a coincidence.,” said Andrew. “I’m a bit shaken up about the murder that just happened across the street in my low criminal neighbourhood. I felt like my own life was threatened. Can you explain what I’m going through?”
So I did explain philosophically according to the teachings of the Bhagavad-Gita And my own experience what he was going through. We are all in the bodily concept of life convinced that this body- the shell is the be-all and end-all. We have all heard of the shell cracking and breaking, however, the substance within, the atma , does not break or dissolve. This substance is what we truly are. The reason we live in fear is due to this misidentification with the body. We just need to get priorities straight. The soul must be considered. It is not bio-degradable. It persists. Any unfinished business has its opportunity to continue in the next successive life (or lives).
Andrew, the cyclist, left with gratitude for me to have taken the time to leave him with these concepts.
Tonight I offended someone after acting as spokesperson for some of our youth. I felt bad about his response but I resolved that time will heal and efforts on my part will be a work in progress for regaining friendships.
6km
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Wednesday, July 17th, 2008
Wed. July 17/08 - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
I’m back at home base for several days. And it’s busy! The Toronto Festival of Chariots which is what everyone here is preparing for is one of the largest in North America. One of the attractive features in the city is the excellent processional route, Yonge Street. Guiness calls it the world’s longest street at 1,800 kilometers long. The procession only occupies about six kilometers from Yonge & Bloor southbound to Lake Ontario’s water.
Secondly the participants then hop onto a ferry for a breezy ride to Toronto Island. There the two-day festival takes place under generous shady trees and upon soft well-maintained grass.
My role is to mingle with all participants; to be that saffron-clad monk wishing people well and be prepared to answer practical and personal questions. What really occupies my time, especially today, is rallying enough actors for a drama to be presented on the island. Unfortunately all the talented people appear to be occupied and so I prayed for another little miracle. The organizers are depending on me to produce.
Believing in optimism as the drawing card in a situation makes everything auspicious; one by one the candidates for acting came forward to indulge in our play ‘Vamana.’ My morning walk was up University Ave and passed the park where our guru, Srila Prabhupada visited. The spot is Queen’s Park just behind the provincial government building. The more monks that walk on political soil the better chance the world has at tempering the extreme passion of man.
9 km.
I’m back at home base for several days. And it’s busy! The Toronto Festival of Chariots which is what everyone here is preparing for is one of the largest in North America. One of the attractive features in the city is the excellent processional route, Yonge Street. Guiness calls it the world’s longest street at 1,800 kilometers long. The procession only occupies about six kilometers from Yonge & Bloor southbound to Lake Ontario’s water.
Secondly the participants then hop onto a ferry for a breezy ride to Toronto Island. There the two-day festival takes place under generous shady trees and upon soft well-maintained grass.
My role is to mingle with all participants; to be that saffron-clad monk wishing people well and be prepared to answer practical and personal questions. What really occupies my time, especially today, is rallying enough actors for a drama to be presented on the island. Unfortunately all the talented people appear to be occupied and so I prayed for another little miracle. The organizers are depending on me to produce.
Believing in optimism as the drawing card in a situation makes everything auspicious; one by one the candidates for acting came forward to indulge in our play ‘Vamana.’ My morning walk was up University Ave and passed the park where our guru, Srila Prabhupada visited. The spot is Queen’s Park just behind the provincial government building. The more monks that walk on political soil the better chance the world has at tempering the extreme passion of man.
9 km.
Monday, 21 July 2008
Tuesday, July 16, 2008
Tues, July 16/08 - Orleans, Ontario, Canada
As usual early morning gets the greatest attention. Prior to 4:30 am I was approached by a curious cab driver with a Muslim background. Also a young corporate type fellow asked questions and admitted he had his own path. That is fine. I’m glad they were both open-minded enough to talk and compare notes. That happened in Toronto.
The bulk of the day was spent in transit on the way to Orleans Theatre just outside of Ottawa. We were scheduled to perform our show ‘Dharma’ in the evening. The two young men were familiar with the first principle which translates as Indian Standard Time. The joke is that for social/religious events you show up late by habit. Well, I made sure to be on time and this enabled me the time I needed to sit down with the technical crew. Patience wore thin as I saw 2 ½ hours pass by from the agreed upon time to meet our youth bus (tour) or busters.
Their excuse had been bungie jumping. I was disturbed inside my mind but after a good performance all agitation dissolved. Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, spoke of patience as being like almonds or coconuts. They take their time to get ripe but once maturity has evolved it is very satisfying.
10 km.
As usual early morning gets the greatest attention. Prior to 4:30 am I was approached by a curious cab driver with a Muslim background. Also a young corporate type fellow asked questions and admitted he had his own path. That is fine. I’m glad they were both open-minded enough to talk and compare notes. That happened in Toronto.
The bulk of the day was spent in transit on the way to Orleans Theatre just outside of Ottawa. We were scheduled to perform our show ‘Dharma’ in the evening. The two young men were familiar with the first principle which translates as Indian Standard Time. The joke is that for social/religious events you show up late by habit. Well, I made sure to be on time and this enabled me the time I needed to sit down with the technical crew. Patience wore thin as I saw 2 ½ hours pass by from the agreed upon time to meet our youth bus (tour) or busters.
Their excuse had been bungie jumping. I was disturbed inside my mind but after a good performance all agitation dissolved. Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, spoke of patience as being like almonds or coconuts. They take their time to get ripe but once maturity has evolved it is very satisfying.
10 km.
Sunday, July 13th, 2008
Sun, July 13/08 - Montreal, Canada
I have never seen a summer so wet. Today the rains poured down like the monsoons of India, atleast at times. While under the main tent of the Festival of India at Jeanne Mance Park I passed by a man of national celebrity status.
Just as 2 years ago Leonard Cohen, world-renowned poet and musician, chanced upon us (and made a repeat visit on day 2), so on this day I stopped as I walked by and turned around to say, “Oh I know you!” I thrust out my hand for a handshake. “Justin Trudeau,” he identified himself. Justin is the charismatic son of the late Perre Trudeau, Canada’s most popular Prime Minister and is himself entering into the political arena of service. He was most gracious and also happy to receive a copy of the Bhagavad-Gita As It Is. He sat down to watch an audio-visual presentation of the soul’s transmigration and browsed around to see our exhibits even though rain descended on all. I wished him well in his career. It has been naturally predicted that he would be a future Prime Minister. Let’s see how karma swings.
3 km.
I have never seen a summer so wet. Today the rains poured down like the monsoons of India, atleast at times. While under the main tent of the Festival of India at Jeanne Mance Park I passed by a man of national celebrity status.
Just as 2 years ago Leonard Cohen, world-renowned poet and musician, chanced upon us (and made a repeat visit on day 2), so on this day I stopped as I walked by and turned around to say, “Oh I know you!” I thrust out my hand for a handshake. “Justin Trudeau,” he identified himself. Justin is the charismatic son of the late Perre Trudeau, Canada’s most popular Prime Minister and is himself entering into the political arena of service. He was most gracious and also happy to receive a copy of the Bhagavad-Gita As It Is. He sat down to watch an audio-visual presentation of the soul’s transmigration and browsed around to see our exhibits even though rain descended on all. I wished him well in his career. It has been naturally predicted that he would be a future Prime Minister. Let’s see how karma swings.
3 km.
Saturday, July 12th, 2008
Sat, July 12/08 - Montreal, Canada
The procession for Ratha Yatra culminating at Jeanne Mance Park was quite successful. The sun shone and so did chanters. What really shone for me today was sitting on the grass with godbrother, Gaura. He is a unique person and has been taking to the gypsy ways in so-far as traveling about. What impresses me about him is his firm commitment to meet people and deliver them some words of wisdom and perhaps demonstrate his fine cooking techniques, etc. Recently he has been spending time at native reserves. Currently he is residing in Oka where Mohawks of the region occupied and ceased traffic at the major bridge two decades ago. Social/legal issues were at stake as often they are to do with land treaties, land developers and corporations. Last year Caledonia was the hotbed of dispute in Canada over similar issues.
Gaura had connected with the indigenous people there. In my marathon walks I have had the good fortune to mingle somewhat with the native peoples and it has always been a good learning experience.
So Gaura, keep up the good work!
5 km
The procession for Ratha Yatra culminating at Jeanne Mance Park was quite successful. The sun shone and so did chanters. What really shone for me today was sitting on the grass with godbrother, Gaura. He is a unique person and has been taking to the gypsy ways in so-far as traveling about. What impresses me about him is his firm commitment to meet people and deliver them some words of wisdom and perhaps demonstrate his fine cooking techniques, etc. Recently he has been spending time at native reserves. Currently he is residing in Oka where Mohawks of the region occupied and ceased traffic at the major bridge two decades ago. Social/legal issues were at stake as often they are to do with land treaties, land developers and corporations. Last year Caledonia was the hotbed of dispute in Canada over similar issues.
Gaura had connected with the indigenous people there. In my marathon walks I have had the good fortune to mingle somewhat with the native peoples and it has always been a good learning experience.
So Gaura, keep up the good work!
5 km
Friday, July 11th, 2008
Fri, July 11/08 -Montreal, Canada
Montreal is quite a party city. All festivals staged are well attended. Their annual jazz festival is the largest in the world. People stay up late in their night life. This weekend it is the ‘Just for Laughs Festival’ and our youth on the bus tour took advantage of the large gathering of people on St. Catherine’s Street. Despite the strong element of ‘raunchy’ or ‘wrecklessness’ as commented on by some of our youth, our group of youth combined with local devotee youth to penetrate like an arrow with that powerful mantra (Hare Krishna) through the cloud of attempted enjoyment. A puzzled look on the faces of some became our source of entertainment. It seems the world is searching for stimulation and certainly the cheap thrills are out there.
Anyone who has participated in a dynamic group of chanters plying through a barrage of maya (illusion) knows how safe and secure is the shelter of the name. You are truly situated in a transcendental bubble which can pop only when the vibration discontinues and we begin to contemplate the objects of the senses.
Maya is insurmountable as expressed in the Bhagavad-gita, but one who takes shelter of the source can easily overcome.
9 km.
Montreal is quite a party city. All festivals staged are well attended. Their annual jazz festival is the largest in the world. People stay up late in their night life. This weekend it is the ‘Just for Laughs Festival’ and our youth on the bus tour took advantage of the large gathering of people on St. Catherine’s Street. Despite the strong element of ‘raunchy’ or ‘wrecklessness’ as commented on by some of our youth, our group of youth combined with local devotee youth to penetrate like an arrow with that powerful mantra (Hare Krishna) through the cloud of attempted enjoyment. A puzzled look on the faces of some became our source of entertainment. It seems the world is searching for stimulation and certainly the cheap thrills are out there.
Anyone who has participated in a dynamic group of chanters plying through a barrage of maya (illusion) knows how safe and secure is the shelter of the name. You are truly situated in a transcendental bubble which can pop only when the vibration discontinues and we begin to contemplate the objects of the senses.
Maya is insurmountable as expressed in the Bhagavad-gita, but one who takes shelter of the source can easily overcome.
9 km.
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Thursday, July 10th, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008: Cavendish, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Apurva, the cook, and I ventured for a chanting walk from Cavendish ( the popular location of Lucy Maud Montgomery's fictional character, Ann of Green Gables) to Cavendish Main Beach. Naturally, many of our youth on the bus, chose to spend time at Ann's place. Some of us vied for other explorations along the beach, where thousands of violet coloured Jelly fish were flipped over at each turn of a wave. The strong and clean air of the Atlantic was most welcoming.
Our Bhagavatam class was very interactive involving the boys and girls. They seem to thrive on the purport readings when I incorporate charades. It was a day to spend time, personal time, with several of the youths. No play practise today.
The day came to a close with kirtan, chanting, near the beach. Sobhai, a local friend, with a retired school principal Mr.Joshi and Mrs. Gupta, came to join us from Charlottetown. They were extremely impressed with the quality of the chanting by our young men and women. When Gopinatha, our sixteen year old very white boy, spoke in Hindi, they were doubly impressed.
12km
Apurva, the cook, and I ventured for a chanting walk from Cavendish ( the popular location of Lucy Maud Montgomery's fictional character, Ann of Green Gables) to Cavendish Main Beach. Naturally, many of our youth on the bus, chose to spend time at Ann's place. Some of us vied for other explorations along the beach, where thousands of violet coloured Jelly fish were flipped over at each turn of a wave. The strong and clean air of the Atlantic was most welcoming.
Our Bhagavatam class was very interactive involving the boys and girls. They seem to thrive on the purport readings when I incorporate charades. It was a day to spend time, personal time, with several of the youths. No play practise today.
The day came to a close with kirtan, chanting, near the beach. Sobhai, a local friend, with a retired school principal Mr.Joshi and Mrs. Gupta, came to join us from Charlottetown. They were extremely impressed with the quality of the chanting by our young men and women. When Gopinatha, our sixteen year old very white boy, spoke in Hindi, they were doubly impressed.
12km
Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Our two monks stationed in this city are Nitai Rama and Karuna Sindhu. Caroline Bund from Winnipeg flew in for the coming event which was our stage production the show "Dharma". After our two buses pulled into Halifax and onto Creighton Street, where the two monks rent an apartment, our youth group began chanting with instruments on the boy's bus. A second chanting session simultaneously burst out from the apartment. A reporter from the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) heard the enchanting vibrations from her apartment on the same street and was compelled to find the source. She made her way to the monks' apartment for an interview.
One of her questions was, " What are you doing in Halifax?" So I explained about our dance, drama and drums presentation at the Neptune Theatre.
Another question. " Some people refer to you as a cult and people express that your community contributes nothing. This is a fear when they hear that you are coming."
My response... "There are misconceptions about what we do, but as far as a contribution goes ~ we are known for bringing music, song and dance in a most age-old traditional fashion. Sixty percent of North Americans are lonely according to statistics. A similar percentage of youths are overcome by depression and stress. The missing link is chanting. This is what we are here to give."
The performance of our show "Dharma" was of good standard and our audience offered a standing ovation to something that was very different ~ entertainment with a spiritual edge.
1km
Our two monks stationed in this city are Nitai Rama and Karuna Sindhu. Caroline Bund from Winnipeg flew in for the coming event which was our stage production the show "Dharma". After our two buses pulled into Halifax and onto Creighton Street, where the two monks rent an apartment, our youth group began chanting with instruments on the boy's bus. A second chanting session simultaneously burst out from the apartment. A reporter from the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) heard the enchanting vibrations from her apartment on the same street and was compelled to find the source. She made her way to the monks' apartment for an interview.
One of her questions was, " What are you doing in Halifax?" So I explained about our dance, drama and drums presentation at the Neptune Theatre.
Another question. " Some people refer to you as a cult and people express that your community contributes nothing. This is a fear when they hear that you are coming."
My response... "There are misconceptions about what we do, but as far as a contribution goes ~ we are known for bringing music, song and dance in a most age-old traditional fashion. Sixty percent of North Americans are lonely according to statistics. A similar percentage of youths are overcome by depression and stress. The missing link is chanting. This is what we are here to give."
The performance of our show "Dharma" was of good standard and our audience offered a standing ovation to something that was very different ~ entertainment with a spiritual edge.
1km
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008: Saint Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada
A young African monk and I walked down Water Street, in this first official resort town in Canada. The sun was very present, throwing happiness on everyone. We passed some pedestrians who in soft tones uttered, " Krishna.com!" It was the first time we had heard that mantra. Likely these folks spotted the signage on our buses earlier on.
A fellow in a pickup stopped and said the traditional slogan, " Hare Krishna?" as a question.
"That's right!" said Jaya Keshava, the African monk. The man's response was, " Welcome!"
For all of us on the bus tour, the whole fifty of us, people in this quaintest of towns, were extremely friendly. Whether young or old, the inquisitive level towards higher consciousness was way up there. One youth came to ask questions while we were waiting for the Whale Watching ship to pull up. He ended up acquiring Japa (meditation) beads and learning the entire mantra. Casually our young men and women perused the town, browsing through shops. Shop owners had so much to ask and so much to say about what goes on in their lives. We did spot whales. Rob Carney, who lived as a monk, in our New York ashram for a year, twenty years ago, shares the whale watching business with his wife Jo Ann. They were great hosts on the ship. On board were live starfish but what really held my interest today was people ~ good people. Even the mayor waved from his office during a town council meeting.
4km
A young African monk and I walked down Water Street, in this first official resort town in Canada. The sun was very present, throwing happiness on everyone. We passed some pedestrians who in soft tones uttered, " Krishna.com!" It was the first time we had heard that mantra. Likely these folks spotted the signage on our buses earlier on.
A fellow in a pickup stopped and said the traditional slogan, " Hare Krishna?" as a question.
"That's right!" said Jaya Keshava, the African monk. The man's response was, " Welcome!"
For all of us on the bus tour, the whole fifty of us, people in this quaintest of towns, were extremely friendly. Whether young or old, the inquisitive level towards higher consciousness was way up there. One youth came to ask questions while we were waiting for the Whale Watching ship to pull up. He ended up acquiring Japa (meditation) beads and learning the entire mantra. Casually our young men and women perused the town, browsing through shops. Shop owners had so much to ask and so much to say about what goes on in their lives. We did spot whales. Rob Carney, who lived as a monk, in our New York ashram for a year, twenty years ago, shares the whale watching business with his wife Jo Ann. They were great hosts on the ship. On board were live starfish but what really held my interest today was people ~ good people. Even the mayor waved from his office during a town council meeting.
4km
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