Pilar Mullhoney

The first time I met Pilar it was 1702, in the small Finish port of Rauma. She was a cat and I was a rat and we were aboard the HMS Chichester ready to set sail to Varna with a load of valuable fresh Moonbeam-Flower extract. We have met three more times each following our own methempsychotic routes. In 1856, on the green, mean and dangerous pastures of suburban Rotterdam she was a foal and I was a mole. In March of 1946, high up in the Atlas mountains of southern Morocco she was monkey and I was a donkey.

The last  time I saw Pilar was a few days ago on the Westbound platform of Runnymede Station, she smiled, came over and said "Hello, old Soul!" then she gave me back my bullets. Pilar told me that they are of no use to her now as she will soon turn and expire. Apparently she will drown off the coast of Newfoundland in a suspicious boating accident, less than three weeks from now ... "Adieu, old Soul!"

Lorena von Braunschweig and Ken

This is Lorena von Braunschweig d'O (31) as I met her the other day at 6:28 AM, at Castle Frank Station. Lorena (Lodo to her friends) is 6'4" and weighs 140 lbs, she started ballet lessons at age four and is an accomplished dancer and teacher. Her career was cut short by an accident: she kept growing until nobody could cast her anymore. Lodo switched to choreography with quite a bit of  success. Recently she finished her own full length ballet "Niobe" and is now busy fundraising to produce it. Last night she went to the Korean Association to meet with the Korean cultural Attaché Mr. Hyung-joon Myeong who expressed interest intrigued by the Niobe story (it seems that Koreans are fascinated by Greek mythology). The talks went well and, at the drinks after, she met Ken Keyo (23), nephew to Mr. Myeong, student at U of T (majoring in Islamic Studies). Lodo took Ken home. He turned out to be, at 5"5' and 140 lbs, a very enthusiastic, inventive and energetic lover, alas totally averse to early raising. With great effort Lodo made Ken to board the subway wit her. Lodo got off at Yonge to go to her morning class and I went on to Ossington Station. One can just hope that kind souls at the TTC woke up Ken at Kipling.