Today, on the long walk back from my successful quest to find and procure the ideal two-slot toaster for my temporary digs in Vancouver, I amused myself by singing songs aloud as I strolled along on this perfect summer’s day, down E 7th Avenue and across Main Street, past the Gene Cafe and the Antisocial Skateboard Shop.

There was plenty of time during my journey to exercise a varied and culturally diverse vocal repertoire. This being Canada, I made sure that Neil Young and Leonard Cohen were generously represented. Yet I freely admit that the Beatles were, as usual, the most fun to sing.

I wonder now, thinking back on the day, whether any of the natives were at all non-plussed at the sight of a strange man walking down their street while belting out the chorus of “Yellow Submarine”, a brand new toaster tucked securely under one arm.

Then again, I’m sure they understood.


2 Responses to “Toaster”

  1. For your Neil Young repertoire:

    Neil was born and grew up about 5 blocks from where I am right now.

    My brother tells the story about being out looking at garage sales, and being asked directions by a scruffy guy. Turned out to be Bob Dylan, looking for the house Neil was born in.


  2. admin says:

    That’s very cool.

    I’ve actually written about that song before in these pages.

    Check out my post from 2008, The Great Neil Young Mystery.


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