I was going to wait until part 2 of the backstory before writing and posting this, but enough people have raised questions about “the man” that I thought it might be worth a separate post.
I met the man in Corner Brook, NL. Or at least, I met the person who inspired him. I was sitting outside the hotel on some concrete retaining wall doing what I do best (sitting and smoking), watching the traffic and happenings on the street, when an older (say, 40’s) man carrying a duffle bag walked by on the other side of the street. He spotted me, put down the duffle bag and walked across the street. He was neat and well-groomed and clean but, let’s say, a bit travelworn.