Movin’ On Up

By Jim Hagarty
2016

Another neighbour left my street yesterday. He lived just a few doors away for the past 40 years. I was sad to see him go, though he hasn’t moved far away. I can still go see him but I probably won’t. I will miss talking to him almost every day when I’m out walking my dog. My little pup liked George too. George always made a fuss over him.

There are 41 houses on my street. When I moved here 30 years ago this year, I was the new kid on the block: Number 41.

Now, all these years later, and with George leaving, I am moving closer to becoming King of Albert Street. I have moved from Number 41 to Number 5. Only four homeowners have lived here longer than I have. Two of them might be hard to surpass – they grew up on this street and now are almost 70 years old.

Nevertheless, I will continue to pursue my goal of becoming Number 1. Maybe not the most worthwhile of life goals, but something to focus on.

I moved 11 times in my life before I arrived at my present location in 1986. I have been glad for the stability.

Shortly after I took up residence here, I heard a slogan: Bloom where you are planted.

So, here I bloom.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.