Granville Strip – 8 or 9pm
While I was sitting, meditating and observing the world around me, a woman came up to me and gave me a “Christmas Package”. This package was a large zip lock bag which contained the following items: two bottles of water, socks, cheese sticks, chocolate, a toothbrush and two small boxes of raisins. I needed a toothbrush. Now if I could only get my hands on some toothpaste, this can turn this into a useful combination.
A few minutes later, a man walked by and made eye contact with me. He then stopped, took a step back, turned around and headed straight towards me. He said that he isn’t able to finish his chocolate and offered the rest to me.
While I was being showered with generous offerings, a street performer was playing beautiful music on the other side of the street. There was nothing more that I could ask for: generous people, great music, and a festive atmosphere. I can feel Christmas. I was not really conscious of time since I had nowhere to go, but my body wanted to move onto the next location. So I did.
I started walking down Hastings without a destination in sight. I turned down Homer Street. Before I reached Cordova, I noticed a man playing with a baton in the alley. He was throwing his baton high up in the air, while spinning, catching, twisting and turning it. All of this was happening in one of Vancouver’s dark alleys. I took a step back, assessed the situation, and walked right into the alley towards him. I have to meet this man. To me, it was as if he was waving his arms around yelling, “Come talk to me! Hey You! Come!” It is time to add another character to my storybook, Kenneth Trevail. I now refer to him as the “Godfather of the Streets”.