Sun shines on Jack’s parade – nice
BY CUPPA JOE SIMONSKY
TORONTO – I was at the final ride today.
I didn’t get into Roy Thompson Hall but I was outside in the street.
I didn’t watch on the big screen. I kept apprised of the proceedings on my iPhone.
It was a nice service. The eulogies were, hmm? What can I say that wasn’t already obvious. When Stephen Lewis gets up and does his thing? It’s absolutely gorgeous.
I’m too done for words right now. I’ve met up with some leftwingers that I used to work with at various Canadian publications. It’s going to be a long night here in downtown Toronto.
My old stomping grounds. It’s quet right now at this small Irish bar. We’re heading out to the union hall later. And then I imagine we’ll find a lounge with a Jazz band.
I’m with the codgers right now but they’ll all be in bed by 11 pm.
At which point I’ll be looking up five university students I met at the funeral. Ryerson, Queens, Carleton U (the old alma mater) and University of Regina. They say there’s a party at a local hotspot set for 10:30 or so tonight.
“We’ll text you dude, with the 411!”‘
Dude? Hah. I’m 59 and I’m a dude.
They took to calling me Che Guevera.
And look, I just got a chime and a text. Starting at the Horseshoe and moving from there.
Hah. I’m dumping the old socialists early tonight.
The Dude is going to Part-Tay with some new friends and we’ll be toasting Jack.
I think there’ll be some tears tonight.
These kids? These Kids?
They blew me away. Kyle Peavey is 22 and doing a Masters in Political Studies at the U of Regina. He and three buddies hopped in an old mat-black Formula Firebird, circa 1987. It’s a beaut.
Kyle Peavey stood with me outside Roy Thompson Hall today and he sobbed right through the service.
His great grandfather participated in the Winnipeg General Strike. His dad is a professor at the University of Toronto.
Kyle grew up stuffing envelopes for the NDP and he was an organizer for les oranges at 17. His dad helped get Jack elected as an alderman or councillor or whatever they called them back then.
Anyway. I’ll be partying with Kyle and the Young NDP tonight. And on cue, he just texted me. His dad’s coming along.
So I’ll have another old dude to commiserate with tonight as we hit the the lights in T-Dot.
Don’t expect a story tomorrow Gav.
I expect to be sleeping till noon.
RIP Jack. We’ll rip it up for you tonight.
From one old dude to another.
Rest Jack. Rest.
Kick St Peter. that old bastard right in the nutsack for me willya?
Your race is over and we got some great kids in the wings.
To pick up your moccasins.