Some days life – and its unexpected spontaneous surprises – are so precious!
Like yesterday, for instance.
As I hopped on board a Metro Line bus with guitar in hand – the driver gave me the once-over – then piped up.
“You’re Julian, aren’t you?”
I was a little taken aback for a moment, but fessed up once I gathered my senses.
“I am.”
“You’re our entertainment,” he chuckled, as he gave a cursory glance at my guitar case dangling at my side.
I paused a second, then - turned on my heel - and headed down the aisle of the bus as I bellowed out loudly for all the passengers to hear:
“Yes I am the entertainment. I am going to play a song for all of you!”
A few passengers laughed in a light-hearted manner in response.
You had to be there, if ‘ya get my drift.
For one second, I felt like I was in sync with the Universe as I floated down the aisle to a seat at the rear of the carrier.
The last time I actually recall singing on a bus was in the dreamy-eyed days of my youth.
Every summer I would be chauffeured downtown where I'd hop on board a big yellow school bus alongside a posse of rambunctious kids – at which point – we'd be whisked out of the gritty city streets to the enchanting wilds of Honey Harbour in Northern Ontario to attend camp (Wabanki).
To wile away the hours, we’d engage in a raucous round-or-two of a popular tune of-the-day with widespread appeal for kids in our age range.
99 bottles of beer in the wall
99 bottles of beer
If one of those bottles of beer should happen to fall
We’d have 98 bottles of beer in the wall
98 bottles of beer in the wall
98 bottles of beer
If one of those bottles of beer should happen to fall
We’d have 97 bottles of beer in the wall.
And-so-forth-and-so.
Until all of the bottles of beer were gone, of course!
By that time, the bus would be safely turning into a docking area where we'd catch a high-speed motorboat to shuttle across the small bay to Beausoliel Island where we would proceed to camp out, canoe, learn how to swim, and play capture the flag over a scant two weeks.
Ah, the sweet bird of youth!
Those were some of the most memorable days of my life.
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