The Canadian years, 48 the ouch foot
Safeways of the blue nuns I limped with my crutches, into Safeways and Richard walked behind me with some of my books under his arm. Ron was explaining to a new fellow how shelves had to be filled, which according to him required a special skill. I nodded at him and waited until he had finished. ‘Gosh,’ he said, ‘what happ...