Fear of a pandemic grips the planet. Economic collapse has put millions out of work. Outside the window of the Cock and Bull Bar, an angry throng marches down the street for May Day, carrying red and black flags, shouting for justice and revolution. I feel suddenly like I’m in Paris, 1968.
I tried to nod at what my friend Rick was saying, and look sympathetic, but it wasn’t working.
So, he inked for me my pencil drawing of the lovely Illeana Douglas. This helped:
Things were better. Then another friend Marr showed up (yay!), and we finished our beers, and headed to a much more expensive bar. There, an artist friend of ours who has shown up in these pages, Jeff Leblanc, was having a birthday celebration:
That’s him with the always sympathetic Eric Theriault, who is nodding and trying to look interested.
He would do the same for me. Only it would take about 2 hours, and be much better.
Later that night as I was heading home on my bike via rue Rene Levesque, I happened upon the protesters. They had camped in front of the government building, and were apparently having a tam-tam party.