Wednesday, April 22, 2009


“An FT please”
I say to the man in the market who sells papers.
I am loaded down with goods, on my way to the car, to get breakfast, to buy coffee.

I think I am being polite.

“Good Morning,” he responds and asks sincerely, “How are you today?”

And suddenly, I am shamed.

- Toronto, March 2009

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