Lived in Toronto so so long, only recent years tuned into the once a year ritual of mulberries and saskatoons and this is it, right now, maybe seven more days until we have to wait eleven and a half months, again. Years ago I worked with a lawyer who, after I started getting tv scoring jobs, urged me to put money aside for a future house, for an RSP, for the stock market. I listened to his speech, it gave me pause how worked up he was. It’s regrettable he didn’t urge me to plant fruit trees. That’s what I would tell someone, if they wanted my advice regarding how to think about the future. You’ll thank me later and the world will thank you forever. The thing about the self is the same as the thing about music. If you search for the self you won’t find it except for the fact that the thing doing the searching is it, likewise music is a verb, it isn’t something other than sound waves moving through air, (more career advice they never asked for). The city cut down a tall old tree two years ago and they also destroyed the mulberry next to it, despite my protests – but it grew back. Now it’s tall and full of berries, welcome forever.