Hiya! How’re you doing today? Got time for a coffee and
a VT? Why not, eh? Say...I want to tell you about someone Nong and I met
recently...
A couple weekends ago, we were out for our daily walk.
It was a bright, sunny day and we were walking down Pitt St on our way to
Cornwall Square. We happened to see a sign about an antique store just around
the corner on 4th St.
Always interested in odd stuff, we decided to stop in for a quick look. We
met the owner and we chatted with him for 20-30 minutes about this, that and
the other (such as the mandolin he had on the wall, e.g.). He seemed like a
cheerful fellow. There were a couple of things I was interested in and promised
I’d come back. Then we left and went on our way.
The fellow we met was John James Earle and he died less
than a week later as a result of a scuba diving accident.
Life is strange, isn’t it? Sometimes people come into
your life, even fleetingly, and now that I know more about him from the obits
in the local papers - Standard Freeholder and Cornwall Seaway News, and despite
his being 30 years younger than I am, I wish I had known him. Don’t know what
will happen to his antique shop Earle’s Vintage (which was in his
garage) but even if it remains open, I doubt it will be the same.
Born in 1972, John was a well-known fellow in town... an
artist; ran for MPP; movie maker; sang and played in several bands including
Rapunzel’s Tower, co-creator of a board game, always a new project on the go or
thinking about (kind of like yours truly). Despite never smoking, John developed
and survived tongue cancer... as a result of which, his singing ability was
curtailed. He loved to hunt and fish and from what I hear just loved life. Rest in peace, John.
20-30 minutes is not long enough to know someone...
See ya, eh.
Bob
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