They need a driver and I’m the only one available even though I have to get to Guelph from Toronto. It’s worth it. As you age you see more meaning in helping people, especially older than you like this amazing poem by Charles Bukowski: Helping The Old

I was standing in line at the bank today
when the old fellow in front of me
dropped his glasses (luckily, within the
case) and as he bent over
I saw how difficult it was for
himand I said, “wait, let me get
them . . .”
but as I picked them up
he dropped his cane
a beautiful, black polished
cane
and I got the glasses back to him
then went for the cane
steadying the old boy
as I handed him his cane.
he didn’t speak,
he just smiled at me,
then he turned forward.

I stood behind him waiting
my turn.

After church we went out for breakfast, and the neighbour, Betty, started discussing country and western music with me. She and her late husband loved Johnny Cash. Then she asked if I knew the Detour. She was in luck, if I had not played those three times with the Cameron Family Singers, I would not have known it. When we got into the car I put it on Spotify and she was blown away. How could I locate it so fast? She's 91. I explained Apple Music and Spotify etc., that besides self driving cars, laser eye surgery and identity politics another unique feature of this time and place is the availability of music anytime any song.