17 December 2007

Yesterday one Christopher N. Hubbarde Esquire was at my apartment visiting me. In the afternoon we took a walk, heading north up Spadina and past Casa Loma to the huge crazy hill south of St. Clair. It was gleaming with snow from the weirdly bright sunlight. We trudged through the snowy slush sidewalks to get there and then explored the hill. Beside a rubbish bin we spotted two toboggan devices -- one real plastic toboggan (complete with broken brakes) and one makeshift big plastic container that had obviously been used for the same purpose -- and, since they were ostensibly abandoned, we opted to adopt the former. The hill is too crazy and steep in most places but we tried sliding down one little area and it was fun, though only Christopher did it and only once. Then we continued on our walk whilst I pulled the little toboggan along behind us. Christopher later noticed a street sign that read "Maximum 40" on the ground by the side of the road which had ostensibly broken off its post. In an unusual bout of mischievousness he picked it up and brought it along back to my apartment, though we worried about authority figures spotting us the whole way. We made it. Now there's a weird toboggan and big sign on my balcony waiting to be enjoyed.

That night Lindsay told me that someone who took down a stop sign once got charged for murder because their act removed the sign's traffic regulation function. Crazy shit. All the same, it's funny how relatively ridiculously tame our acts of questionable legality are.