It was an exciting weekend at Word On The Street. I didn’t know it was where it actually is because I didn’t recognize the name of the Square. They keep changing names in Toronto or providing names and I don’t even bother to pay attention anymore. If they had said Roy Thompson Hall where I have been to see the Vienna Choir or the Alexander Theatre, where I was a member until COVID hit us, or TIFF, I would have had a huh huh moment. What I loved was all the parking - tons. If I move to Niagara and they have it at the same location next year it is across from the Ritz (Can I afford that plus a tent, plus travel?) There was a discount for the Chelsea hotel but people were driving there, which doesn’t normally work for me. So I shall let you know what my experience was. First I had a scheduled time and I was expected to be there not a moment earlier or later. Ok. I left my house giving myself plenty of time to get there and it took me what? 15 or 20 minutes? There was minimum traffic and I hit all the green lights. I got there too early and though there was hardly anyone, I was told to drive around about seven times and/or go for coffee. I stopped my vehicle down the street near Starbucks but there wasn’t any parking. I debated going to the Ritz for coffee and wondered how that would work. So, I just stayed “standing” because there is no parking and was watching a street lady perched in her walker examining her hat. It took me a while to determine it was a hat as she was plucking away at it. There were statues in the grass land of some animals - dogs? The hour went pretty fast as I was beginning to salivate looking at Starbucks but not risking a ticket (though I didn’t see any Police or Parking people around). I went back to my gate and met with the Organizer. My first impression was not the greatest. I complained about the scheduled times, wondering why we didn’t have another place. She said that Queens Park was having all it’s piping replaced (my area is doing all that as well). I suggested the Water Front and she said Authors were complaining of not selling their books there (I didn’t quite believe that). Two volunteers showed up and helped (actually did most of the work) to unload my car and escort me to my tent. I saw my name next to another Author, only there was no room for the both of us. So the volunteers moved my table to the East side of the tent. It appeared that there were four tables in one tent and it appeared that the tables had shrunk and perhaps the tents too. I am not impressed so far. However, I loved the location otherwise. It was adjacent to an Ice Cream Truck. So right now, though I had my coffee before leaving home, I am overdue for more caffeine as I continued to feel grumpy. The volunteers were wonderful and so helpful and caring so that balanced things out somewhat. No coffee?????????How can this happen???????
To be continued.






















