February 11, 2021 · 0 Comments
By Anthony Carnovale
His name was Gurveer. I don’t know much about him. I knew he lived on our street, that he was a couple of years older than my son. I’d see him riding his bike or scooting up and down the street on a scooter. One day, he rang our doorbell, asked if he could play with my son. It was a proud ‘daddy’ moment for me: the first time my son went out to play with a friend. No play date, just a ring of the bell. Old school.
We lived on a busy corner, so it was rare for this sort of thing to happen. Our front lawn was framed by an intersection, and one of the busier residential streets in town. Our house looked out at greenspace. There was plenty of passing cars, people walking dogs and loud motorcycles on Saturday mornings. We knew a couple of neighbours and got to know a few people that walked by the house on a regular basis. We got to see Roy and Betty so much th