Just writing "Whaaaaat????" on my favorite wall when Louise comes by. She is wearing an all-black striped dress, that is, black on black. "Where'd y' get that?" I ask. "They're sellin' 'em down at the Salvation Army Store," she replies. "Hmmm. I gotta get me one of those." I put down my paintbrush and adjust my hat. There are yellow polka dot buses passing down 16th Avenue, escorted by howling police cars and a marching band. It must be Labour Day again. I wonder if my ship has come in.