It's
no big secret that I've not been big on dealing with
the public as a vocation other than over the phone
or the Internet so yesterday was a bit of an eye opener
as I stood on the corner of Granville and Georgia
helping people who wanted information on the film
festival. I take back every bad thing I've said about
service people. You meet all kinds.
But of the positive people I met there were some
veterans of the film festival who have been going
to it seemingly from its inception. I met a woman
who was a correspondent with the great German director
Werner Herzog, I met another who saw around six films
a day from dawn to dusk and also the other volunteers,
all of whom put my supposed cinephilia to shame.
I also couldn't help but meet people who knew me
on that very busy street corner including a good friend
Rachael whom I hadn't seen in ten years at least who
was shepherding her teenage daughter, a girl I'd last
seen when she was probably six, beating me in a game
of Mortal Kombat, and now a cute as a button punked
out girl with dyed hair.
