touring the north end with my dad

another friday lunch story

Another Friday lunch with my dad.

This one began at Crave Burger.

Our time there was cut short when a group of women with large voices and little awareness cleared the place out with their delighted clucking.

Wanna go to the mall and get a coffee?

Quick as a zippo we were out of the restaurant, into his truck and driving off into the sunshine.

Where to now?

With neither a plan nor direction I came up with a suggestion:

Let’s just burn some dinosaurs for a while.

At the lights at Hawthorn Street and Prince Albert road the first story came:

We were flying through here one night on the way to a call. The siren was on the lights were on too. Bob didn’t hear the police car on its way to a call as well. I saw him before Bob did. We clipped just the arse end of ‘em. Spun him around four of five times and sent him half way wto Creighton Avenue. Funny thing when you hit a cop while driving a fire engine. There were a lot of questions. Even more paperwork. It took me a month to crawl outta that mess.

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