Blowin’ in the Wind

By Jim Hagarty
2012

I am sitting in a pizza shop in a huge shopping complex in a nearby city called Kitchener. Every time the door opens, my napkins blow off my table onto the floor and a cold wind sweeps over me as though I was adrift on an iceberg.

That’s because all these huge stores, though connected, somehow forgot to put a roof over their mall.

What the heck is it with the end of the enclosed shopping mall? I love those warm, cozy places. Now, with these massive stand-alone stores with entrances that face the parking lots, you have to walk half a mile from store to store in the frickin’ cold, dodging cars like a fox trying to lose the hounds.

Oh well, as a friend of mine used to say, “They didn’t ask me before they went ahead with this and so they did it wrong.”

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.