April 29, 2002
The security guard at the Recreation Centre and I have developed an understanding. He knows my face, and I no longer have to carry my security card. I am also noticeable, because I am on foot, and this is the exception rather than the rule. We greet each other as I enter, but I have music in my ears, so the conversation doesn’t usually go much further. But today I see that he is saying something to me, so I remove the ear-phones. “It’s my birthday today”, he says. “Hey!… It’s mine tomorrow!” I reply. We had a bonding moment.