Here Winnipeg, frozen river. Once, under Donald street bridge, took a chance walked slowly across it, there was a path after all of others who went before me. Same feeling as seeing clouds below, first time airborne. We took a different kind of chance as kids, sneaking at night into the ballroom of the Hotel Fort Garry just to play the piano in the cavernous dark. Played roulette this morning with Mastercard, they put me on hold, I muted them at random intervals, hoping to catch the real person and avoid pain of direct marketing messages. Worked. Heard the father of my childhood friend died but didn’t see an online obituary. Yesterday went to old folks home. Explained my reason for being there to the security guard. After he heard the name he smiled, “he’s alive I see him everyday”. This was probably a one time chance.