A Red Masked Bandit Tells a Story in a Rock and Gem Shop

Whilst I was looking through the three bins of rough stones another guy entered the store. There must have been half-a-dozen people in the shop and the owner went off to provide assistance to other customers. As I stood spraying water onto the pieces and seeing each side light up with a nice polished colour…

Weekend Findings Inside a Rock and Gem Shop

Pulling the steering wheel right the Tacoma’s front tires slowly moved us off 111th avenue and into the parking lot. People were standing everywhere outside watching a couple of graffiti artists paint murals on the building next door to the one we intended to enter. After parking the truck, I was concerned about the length…

A Book, A Tea and Two Early Afternoon Shop Stops

This morning started like any other Saturday morning. Woke up at 6:26am and headed for the bathroom then wandered into the kitchen when I noticed it was six-twenty-six in the morning. Yawning I pressed the kettle button as the water started to churn then my brains caught up to what day it was. “Shit, isn’t…