Posts Tagged ‘food’
December 29, 2011
Hello everyone,
I’ve been thinking back to Tony’s experience of Christmas. I don’t remember Tony being hungry as Christmas Eve would set in. Far from it. Many individuals, restaurants, cafes and other shops were reliably generous. But he often had nowhere to go. And so he’d end up gathering together with other street people who also had nowhere to go. Later, he might sit on the steps of Margi’s Pharmacy at the corner of Roncesvalles and Howard Park, waiting for the sun to come up or perhaps waiting for it to set.
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Tags: Christmas, Fiddler on the Roof, food, Margi's Pharmacy, memory, sunrise, sunset
December 7, 2011
TONY
“Didn’t your mother teach you to excuse yourself when you burped and there were other folks there?”
PHILIP
“Maybe, what’s it to you?”
TONY
“Just checking. ”
PHILIP
“All right, she did.”
TONY
“So … ”
PHILIP
“So, excuuuse me.”
TONY
“Now that’s better.”
PHILIP
“Can we not discuss this anymore?”
TONY
“C’mon Phil, I’m just trying to help you with your manners.”
PHILIP
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Clemens.”
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Tags: burping, food, help, manners, mother, place setting, politeness, thank you, thanks, trying
August 20, 2011
Hi all,
He called me from the hospital a couple of hours ago. He was waiting to be admitted and expects to be there for a while. The next time I speak to him I’ll make sure he tells me why he’s there but I do know what he’s on an intravenous feeding tube. Meanwhile, he could really use a sandwich; he always feels underfed when in hospital. I’ll try to see him tomorrow.
More when I know.
Philip
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Tags: food, hospital, hunger, sandwich
August 16, 2010
TONY
“You know, I haven’t seen Mary around in a while.”
PHILIP
“Mary? Who’s Mary?”
TONY
“You know, she’s that lady who used to bring me a nice lunch sometimes. I’m tellin’ you, now that was a reason to get up in the morning, if you know what I mean.”
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Tags: Arthur Bishop, Billy Bishop, courage, food, Great War, lunch, Mary, morning, reason, Sopwith Camel, The Courage of the Early Morning, World War I
May 15, 2010
TONY
“You know, last month or something, I was asking people for money so I could buy myself a sausage for lunch. Well, I ended up with nine sausages and one hell of of stomach ache. Just serves me right, if you know what I mean. And I didn’t even eat all nine.”
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Tags: consequences, Dunderbeck, food, lunch, right, sausage meat machine, sausages, service
October 2, 2009
Hi All,
I found him. Tony is in the hospital (again). He checked himself into St. Joseph’s Hospital yesterday after trying, unsuccessfully, to check himself in the day before through the emergency ward, and getting himself sent “home” at the end of the day — a bit ironic if you ask me.
He’s on the 4th floor, Room #4M16. If you’d like to visit him, he’d be delighted. I will try to see him over the weekend. Any ready-to-eat food you can bring him (only stuff that is easily chewable) will be very much appreciated, as his appetite is well beyond what hospital meal portions can fulfill.
Before you visit, check the hospital visiting times and associated regulations at stjoe.on.ca/patients/visitor/index.php.
Philip
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Tags: bed, Canada, emergency, food, hospital, Medicare, OHIP, socialized medicine, St. Joe's, St. Joseph's Hospital, Torono, trying, yesterday
May 26, 2009
PHILIP
“How are doing?”
TONY
“My stomach’s been bad again. Couldn’t eat hardly anything the last two days.”
PHILIP
“What are you eating?”
TONY
“Nothing particular.”
PHILIP
“No wonder you’re looking so skin and bones. You gotta do something about that.”
TONY
“Don’t I know it.”
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Tags: Daryl Hine, eat, food, In and Out, knowledge, stomach
January 6, 2009
TONY
“Phil, sorry for calling so late. I know you got the family. Do you have twenty bucks that you could lend me? You know I wouldn’t phone you otherwise but they say it’s going down to minus 17 tonight. And I’ve gotta get a bed.”
PHILIP
“OK. Whatever. You’ll get it back to me tomorrow? Never mind. It’s Christmas. Come over.”
TONY
“Five minutes. I’ll be over in five minutes.”
PHILIP
“Where are you?”
TONY
“On Ronces. You know, around Geoffrey. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
PHILIP
“OK, five minutes. I’ve got some bananas for you here I think. Maybe something else too. I’ll look.”
TONY
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
PHILIP
“OK, bye.”
TONY
“Bye.”
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Tags: bananas, Christmas, family, food, lend, loan, Roncesvalles, Scapa Flow
June 23, 2008
TONY
“See this cut on my arm … I got it from a raccoon. I was sleeping outside a few days back and he came up to me and he tried to take my bag of food away; I mean the bag was right next to me. Well of course he wakes me up and no way I’m letting go of my bag — but he got me here before I chased him off. Those raccoons aren’t afraid of anything anymore.”
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Tags: fear, fearless, food, food fight, raccoon
June 16, 2008
TONY
“You should have seen the dinner I had last night. You know the new restaurant, Eva’s just up here. Well the owner comes out, asks me if I like ribs. Beef ribs.
“Do I like ribs? Me? No kidding, do I like ribs? The guy tells me somebody ordered the ribs but then changed their mind. So I can see that the ribs were already paid for — were they ever delicious. Almost as thick as my wrist plus they were so tender that you could take ’em apart with just tooth picks. I didn’t even get to the corner at Howard Park before I’d inhaled all of them.
“Man, I love ribs, especially beef ribs. You would have loved them, Phil.”
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Tags: adam, eve, food, love, ribs, Roncesvalles
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