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Day Eighteen

Sunday, April 26 , 2020
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7am:
Another Sunday.
Another day when I should be looking forward to meeting the lads and coaching some rugby.
Instead, it’s another disappointing day; no lads, no rugby. How much longer!?!?!?

COFFEE!

The day drifted along.

I sat outside on the balcony for a while, drinking a Dr Pepper.

Lunch: came and went – I got some chicken n’ fries from that place I said I wasn’t ever going
back too. Give ‘em another chance, I said to myself. BIG Mistake! Even though they are
friendly people, they still served up crap chicken and fries that must have been in and out of their
deep fat fryer several times, because there was no potato inside the fat.

Snoozed.

When I came round, I decided to join Gilbert on the couch and watch TV.

Nothing exciting came on until, when scrolling endlessly up and down the TV guide, I spied one
of my all-time favourite movies. A movie I first watched, coincidentally enough, during my first
visit to Sophie’s apartment in Montreal - ‘Dances With Wolves’ (strangely, another of my all-
time favourite movies was also first watched in the presence of the lovely Sophie, and that was
‘Skyfall’, at its premier on Toronto).

Anyway, this movie, no matter the number of times I’ve seen it since always, always, brings
tears to my eyes. Literally. It is a very powerful movie about how the Caucasian invasion of the
North American continent, destroyed the life of the ancient first tribes. It could, and should, have
been a much different place today if the bigoted, greedy, self-righteous egos of expansionist
land-grabbers had more carefully considered the implications of their actions. It is also a