gus raze he always reminds me a little of my uncle. i think it's the good-natured irreverence that does it. this is a man who stopped taking life seriously a long time ago. every once in a while we'll see his truck inching down the path that winds through the park. sometimes he'll limp over to a garbage pail that needs to be emptied and tell us to watch out for the dog shit he almost stepped in. most of the time he's just driving around looking for someone to talk to, pretending to work so he can pad out his pension. he painted a picture we didn't need to see of his italian roll shrinking beneath the threadbare shelter of his speedo while he swam with his wife in a harbour village on the bruce peninsula. mixed in with the self-lacerating dick jokes was something sincere. on the northwest side of gundersen shoal, just off of kidd point, there's a submerged forest. he talked about walking thirty feet underwater, touching tree stumps that were seven thousand years old, and something like wonder washed over his face. 230823 what's it to you? who go blather from