Ottawa, The City of Girlfriends

I haven't been posting anything lately because of that time cosumer of a web site - Facebook. Most of my computer time is spent playing scrabulous and posting notes of no great consequence on friend's pages. I am writing today from Ottawa. I have been here for the past three days. A nice little town, the pace is slower than Toronto and memories galore.

I lived in Ottawa for a school year in 1984/1985. It was a year of great academic achievement and sad for the loss of my then girlfriend - Angela. Oh, she is alive, but we were in the midst of a breakup and blah, blah, blah.

I visited the YMCA residence, where I last met my previous girlfriend - Christine L. Another chick that dented my heart.

Oh yeah, the National Art Gallery, was where I had the greatest day visit with Jacqueline I-D to view the once-in-a-lifetime Degas exhibit.

Ottawa has been a lightining rod for many turns in my life. This visit adds a more mellow and pleasant layer to all the other bitter sweet memories. I head back to the famiglia today at 6 p.m. and will land in toronto a mere 50 minutes after take off.

In other news, I just booked tickets to see Salman Rushdie at the The Danforth Music Hall Theatre on June 9, 2008. Hurray for Zap. Salman is, of course, the sleepy eyed wordsmith from England who was the target of Iran's Grand Ayatollah's fatwa in 1989. Poor bugger! Didn't sleep a wink for the next five years. Sold a lot of books though.

p.s. I have posted a picture of Salman and his ex-wife Padma Lakshmi in solidarity with all shorter, bald men with literary leanings. Talk about beauty and the beast...sheesh!