The Seated View

I long for what I call “proper water.”   I grew up near in Denmark where you’re never far from the ocean. And that kind water — at least in northern climes — is the greyish greenish blue of cold water with big waves and freedom for the eye to see to the far horizon. It is a very restful. There isn’t a lot of that in Toronto. We do have a big body of water, one I love very much, and occasionally it has big-issue waves. But it is always a set of islands in the way of my view. And even though I do love them, as well, there is nothing like water as far as the eye can see. Which is one of the reasons I love going to the Islands, because in the on the south side, there is nothing but Lake Ontario. Which brings me to The Spit. Also place where your eyes can get the long-range exercise. Last year, we missed the annual visit to The Ptui (as we call it, because: spit, but officially called Tommy Thompson Park). It took a while to build up stre...

”I don’t normally tell you what to do,” my friend Andrew said (wise man, for sure), “but Fan Expo may be a challenge for a person in a wheelchair.” He then proceeded to tell me about the massive crowds, the lineups, the crowds, and oh, yes, the crowds. He knows me well, knows I hate crowds, knows how difficult it is to have fun when you travel seated and the masses around you are standing. He has also attended Fan Expo and Comic-Con a number of times and knows whereof he speaks. Naturally, I ignored his advice. The Boy has been a fan of The Frantics for a very long time and they were appearing on Friday. Since the Friday was allegedly a less intense day than Saturday, this is when we chose to go. Because: The Frantics! Normally when we are out, I take a lot of photos, as does David. This time, there are embarrassingly few. I was too overwhelmed by the everythingness of what was happening to remember my camera. And that was early on a Friday! We wand...