Condos!

Apparently condos are finally going up where the old bookstore once stood. “The coffee chain that took over the building has finally locked the doors, but the condos will keep the bookstore facade. Isn't that good news?”

The facade: "Um... are the bookstore vouchers still good?"

I was a mess when the Bible College got bulldozed. But the bookstore? Frankly, if neither of my kids is living there the condo-builders can go ahead and tear the place down. I don't care what gets done with it. 

When I was a child we'd make fun of Sarto Beach every time we drove past. My father had learned to swim at Sarto Beach;  now it had been grated into nonexistence. “Sarto Beach” was just a ditch with a sign in it. “Yeah, Dad — 'Sarto Beach' is looking kinda dry today.”

I'm told the intersection where the condos are now going up used to be a First Nation burial site. We were born to die — I'm not the first to say it and I'll hardly be the last. So it goes. Hey, I love Sarto Beach! For now I still have my dreams. I'm sure my father and the First Nations people do, too.