Stories of the Street

This morning, Lindsay, Katherine and I decided to go to Mile-End and get some Montreal-style bagels. As we were waiting at a bus stop, a couple walked by us. The man was older and was wearing a grey suit. The woman was young-ish and was wearing a black coat and had shiny dark hair. I barely noticed them because I was too busy looking for the bus.

Seconds later, Katherine said, "Wasn't that Leonard Cohen?" She had to repeat herself three times before I understood what she said.

Lindsay dashed into action. She (inconspicuously?) ran past the couple, slowed to a halt, and began "window shopping" just slightly ahead of them. She then turned around, got a good look, and ran back towards us. Her facial expression confirmed that it was him. He stopped, turned around, and I watched him watch her sprint away from him.

My mental snapsnot of Leonard Cohen is of an elderly, short-ish, distinguished-looking man with white stubble in a grey suit watching Lindsay run towards me, a look of confusion on his face.

Later, I wrote "Leonard Cohen sighting" as my MSN name and got the following messages from my very lovely 13-year-old cousin:

~_**Khrystyna**_~ i smell snow!!!! says:
who's leonard cohen
~_**Khrystyna**_~ i smell snow!!!! says:
is he that guy from star treck?

(Now playing: "Mushaboom", Feist)