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Petra wore a short, light blue skirt and a low-cut, tight navy top. She walked up the ramp setting firmly one foot directly in front of the other as she was taught at modelling. Leslie was a little further behind her and was watching fascinated with and impish grin and whistling appreciatively. Petra turned: "What?" to which Leslie grinned broadly and said: "Your walk imitates quite well the waddle of a chubby duck but your sweet ass wriggles most deliciously". Petra stepped forward and with nary a back swing, hit Leslie over the face with an open palm that sent Leslie's glasses in a high arch onto the dirt. Leslie's face turned red and distorted with fury ... hand went into the pocket.

The director shouted: "Cut! Thass a keeper. Print it!" and then, looking at the script, in a hysterical outburst: "Come on people, set up nineteen ... Petra lay down on the ground, sweetness! Prop, makeup, where is my fake blood? Where are my cops? Scramble, scramble!"

Saint Josaphat

Saint Josaphat was kind and wise ... but he was born and named Faddei in Hradyzk, Poltava Oblast where the river Dnieper got so wide. He never knew his father and his mother was a whore so, from early on, he had to fend for himself and he grew up a mean beast and he was strong as an ox, could run like a deer and swim like a fish and if he'd had an illness (he hadn't) and needed a doctor (he didn't), it would have been surely a veterinarian and he carried very large and very sharp knifes and would rob and sometimes kill people in the forest on the way to or from market and put his gold and silver coins and jewellery under an old walnut tree in the neighbour's backyard. One evening he lay in wait and saw an old man with a bag on his back coming. Faddei jumped up and shouted "Your money or your life!" and he old man stopped and said "I am Brother Timofei from Hadiach monastery and carry money for a new church bell for St. Salvey, two villages over where people are poor and unhappy and the only time of hope and joy is at mass listening to the life of Saints and being told of their happiness in afterlife and the bell would call them to service so I will not give you the money, so I guess it is my life" and Faddei said "I guess you guess right" and put his largest and sharpest knife into the monk killing him on the spot and in the bag Faddei found many gold and silver coins and a bottle and he drunk the vodka and fell asleep and the monk appeared in his dream and said "I did many good deeds and you took my life, now you will do my good deeds!" and Faddei woke up and immediately went two villages over and at the church asked the priest if this is St. Salvey with the busted bell and do they expect Brother Timoftei from Hadiach monastery with money for a new bell and the priest told him that yes, this was St. Salvey and yes, their bell is busted but no, he does not know a Brother Timoftei and no, there is no monastery in Hadiach and so Faddei gave him the money to get a new bell and went and dug up his treasure and threw away his very large and very sharp knives and he got a donkey to carry his riches and went to Hadiach where he changed his name to Brother Josaphat and founded a monastery and learned how to heal animals for all people in the area. On November 12th, 1623 an angry mob put large and sharp knifes into Brother Josaphat (for religious reasons) killing him on the spot and he was canonized in 1867 by Pius IX and is celebrated everywhere on the first Sunday after November 12th and since 1961, also at 143 Franklin Ave. Toronto, Ontario. 

George Gallstone

George's earliest memories were older kids at the orphanage beating him. In time, George beat up younger kids himself. Nobody there knew their real name, age or birthdays ... they were just assigned these by the staff. They named him George and made his birthday April 23rd and, because Mr. Wirtz was taken to the emergency room that night, his last-name became Gallstone. They figured he was six. He grew up fast and was mean and strong but could turn on his charm when he needed to.

One night, when he felt ready, he stole the biggest knife he found in the kitchen, it had a solid black handle, and ran away. He walked North, up towards Bloor Street and robbed at knife-point the first three people he met ... he got almost a hundred bucks and two watches. It was enough to get into a boarding house at Queen and Strachan. Next day he bought himself some decent clothes. He got some cigars at a tobacconist's at Queen and Shaw where he met Amelia, a plump sad looking girl a few years older. Every night he went out mugging drunks and every day he got himself cigars chatting up Amy and her elderly parents. A month later he asked her to marry him and they were happy to accept the young, nice looking commercial traveller George Gladstone as a son in law. The dowry was the store with the small apartment above and the parents retired to Oakville where they had a little cottage. 

George ran the store well and, after a while, bought a building up on College and then another further West becoming a successful landlord. He cheated on his wife and beat her often but never left her because she was such a great cook.

One night Amelia called the police. She told them that she got home to find George dead on the kitchen floor, stabbed thru the heart. The constable looked at the huge kitchen knife with the solid black handle and concluded that it was a robbery gone bad. 

They never found out who did it. Amelia never remarried and started a soup kitchen right in time for the Great Depression of 1929.

       

Tria Chéria

All this happened years ago, at the monastery of "Saint Ignatius of Antioch" of Sokolski, about 10km from Gabrovo, near the village of Charkovo. I stood fascinated in front of the famous miracle-working icon of Maria-Tria-Chéria. An old monk was busy around the church occasionally looking over to me. I was prepared for this moment but actually seeing it so close, took my breath away. I examined it carefully inch-by-inch. It was most magnificent, a true masterpiece. 

I turned my head was surprised to find the monk standing next to me - he was in his seventies, with a full white beard and rich braid on his back from under his black toque. He held two huge yellowish wax candles, one in each hand. I bowed "Good morning, father!" He replied in good but heavily accented English: "God bless you, my son, welcome to our house. I am Father Postolin." I told him how far I came to see it and proudly showed off telling of my studies, the opinions and theories on origins and the meaning of the icon. He listened smiling and nodding and after I finished, rolled his eyes: "Son, the truth is simpler, always, or have you not heard of Father Ockham, of Ockham's Razor fame? He was a Franciscan, not of our faith, but nevertheless learned and wise. Truth is that many years ago, Father Bogumil the Blessed, greatest Icon painter of his days, who always said that one wrote icons, not painted them, he worked on this one icon here for many, many weeks and all could see it's beauty. He finished it but for the decision on Mary's hands, he was uncertain and, for now, he left all three. Thereafter which he retired to his cell to pray to God to guide him on his doubts and later he went to the cellars for the plum spirits for which the monastery was so famous. Father Bogumil the Blessed, greatest Icon painter of his days, he did like a drop or two, but that cold February night he may have had more than a drop or two and fell down on the floor where the abbot found him in the morning. Thus, with God, in His wisdom, calling to him his son, Father Bogumil the Blessed, greatest Icon painter of his days, the icon stayed untouched as you see her before you now." 

I was stunned, could not move, my mouth gaping. Father Postolin shook my hand warmly and said: "Go in peace, my son and with you shall go my blessings."  

Yun-Lin and the Oscar

This is Chen Yun-Lin and his two sons, Patrick and Avery, as I met them at a poker tournament downtown. He is ranked 25,052nd in the world and #319 nationally with life-time winnings of $2,894. We went for tea and ice-cream and he told me his story. Years ago,  in his native Seoul, he was a bright economics student active in the "Wild Strawberry Movement". After graduation, he came to Toronto and was hired by a major investment house. His boss, Bob, was a jerk and a bully and a liar who made everybody's life miserable. In his domestic life, Bob was uxorious; his wife Evy was famous for her awesome physical beauty and fierce, ferocious jealousy. One day, when they went to see a client, Yun-Lin planted a pair of sexy panties under the seat in Bob's car. An enormous scandal ensued both at Bob's home (where Evy broke Bob's nose with a bottle o Chablis) and at work where the truth somehow came out and Mr. Chen was fired (he went back to Seoul). Over drinks with his old university buddy Bong Jun-Ho, a struggling screen-writer, Yun-Lin talked about Toronto and told the story of the planted panties. While in Korea, Yun-Lin met Ran Chae-Won, a dazzling and successful graphic designer. They and fell in love, got married (Jun-Ho was the best man) and moved to Toronto where both found good jobs, bought a house and had two kids. Recently Jun-Ho, by this time a successful moviemaker, came to visit and to show off the Oscar he won. They had a great time over a huge traditional meal with lots of drinks and talked about the old days when they were poor and how well they eventually did (Yun-Lin and Chae-won didn't have the heart to tell him they haven't seen any of his movies). Jun-Ho kept laughing and pointing to the Oscar saying that Yun-Lin owned a piece of that. After Jun-Ho left to catch the red-eye to LAX, Yun-Lin asked his wife: "Do you have any idea what he meant about me owning a piece of his Oscar?"   

Tereza Micu

This is Tereza Micu of Gerstenberg, Altenburger Land, Thuringia, Germany. When I met her, she was recovering from a traumatic breakup with her girlfriend Amy. One day, Amy said that she will be travelling across the seas, she said that she still loves her and that she will be sending her a present as a token of her love and asked what gift she would wishing to be owning. Tereza totally fell off the floor and replied that Amy is her true and only love and the best gift is for her to be returning unspoiled from her voyage, of course, and tomorrow the only thing she be wanting from her again is what she has today. When, during the tearful conversation, Amy kept saying that she may be a longer while, so a token of love would serve well to her being remembered by, Tereza started fearing that Amy won't be returning back no more. Not one to give up easily though, Tereza asked what the returning would be depending on and her sweet little heart sank when Amy said that it would mostly depending on how she's feeling. 

I touched her shoulder in a gesture of friendship and respect and asked if she, in the end, did she be telling Amy what she be wanting. Tereza, she just stared and sighed and said that "Yes" she did be saying. When I got up to leave her to her sorrow, my eyes fell on her feet ... she wore a splendid pair of Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

Meredith Baughan

This is Meredith Baughan born in Bangor, Gwynedd, Wales. Some linguists say her name comes from old Gaelic and means "Heroic warlord" others believe it is "Quick-witted and skillful with the sword". IMO, same difference!

I met her at King and Victoria, we had coffee and she told me her story ... When she was two, her parents sold their small dairy farm, emigrated to the US and settled in Boston. Meredith does not recall any of this. They never liked it there and moved to Toronto where they opened a small chip shop on Dundas East. Meredith remembers going to school reeking of fried fish and rancid oil and being bullied. She was an exceptional student but a violent loner. She was admitted to Western to study Chemistry but dropped out when her novel (What an Hour Brings) was published and made the shortlist for the Windham-Cambell literary prize. She did not win and went into a tail-spin, was arrested twice for drunk and disorderly and once for aggravated assault (against a juror of Windham-Cambell). She was released on bail and was not charged. She never wrote anything again and currently runs her parent's chip shop with a staff of disadvantaged youngsters whom she teaches and trains to cook. 

Last February, she traveled to Wales with the urn of her parent's ashes. At night, she entered the "G H Griffits & Co" Dairy Farmers, Plas Newydd, Pwllheli, Gwynedd (LL53 6NG) and spread their remains on the premises of the farm they once owned. The next day Meredith went to Cardiff and was one of the 73,931 spectators at the Principality Stadium to see Wales beating England 21 - 13. 

When Meredith walks, tall and slim, she reminds me of a birch tree that decided to pick up and move for fear that standing still would wither it.