Submitted by ramcguire on 4 February, 2019 - 22:04
The weather here on the west coast of Canada was once again inclement on Russell Hoban's naming day. I arrived at a grey and windy White Rock Beach with my yellow paper, some tape and a pocket full of tacks. I had a location planned - at a tourist lookout above the beach and pier - but when I arrived at the beach, the first thing I saw was a silent and still man with a briefcase, standing in front of the old train station, contemplating the bay in front of him.
Usually many walking men, and women, frequent this end of the beach (they call it East Beach, not to be confused with the other end - West Beach) but Russ's naming day was bitter cold, with a wind that necessitated three stones rather than the usual one. When I left the scene there was only a vigilant bear in attendance.
No lions in sight.
Happy Birthday Russ.
Greetings from White Rock BC Canada!
Yellow papers appeared on the pier today and changed things a bit. Folks on their walks stopped, curious. And walked away, curious. Hopefully Russ got a smile out of it.
