I looked around online to find examples of Donna Lypchuck’s Necrofiles. I met her once, it was at the Tranzac. was doing volunteer work but I never knew her well. I like the words by others who loved her, which I read after she died. I decided to buy a copy off Amazon but of course it says it has none anymore. Anyone willing to see if I will spill coffee or ketchup on their copy of her books? I don’t eat ketchup, no need to worry. In the line up at the T & T at College and Spadina, the woman ahead of me, after emptying her red plastic cart, simply left. It’s not her problem that whoever is next has to clean up after her. I wondered how she could be so proud of not giving a shit about the next person. In the next aisle over I noticed the same thing. A middle aged couple left their empty basket, not their problem. I put it away but it seemed so self-centred. Then the cashier scrutinized the hundred dollar bill she used for payment. She had concerns. I was pleased, enjoyed the fantasy her money might be rejected but they accepted it. The fantasy was nice. I think it will be worth the effort to try getting into the folk festivals next summer. Must compile a list. I’m encouraged by the dates I finished with Mike Boguski. Best keep reading writers I missed the first time and picking up after whoever doesn’t put things away.