"Think we'll turn back? YOU DON'T KNOW JACK."

[commodorified]

City Hall was good. No pre-organisation to speak of, no speeches; just a big quiet hugfest.

Someone read Jack's letter, and at one point there was a piper; I don't think anyone appointed him, as such, he just showed up and played. Later, a woman up on the ramp began to sing O Canada, beautifully; everyone joined in.

I saw/talked to/hugged/ended up at the pub with/check as many as apply zingerella, chickenfeet, lemur_catta, northbard, tormenta, trouble and several more friends, plus there were some I expected to see but who were out of town or couldn't get there or we just missed each other.

And this happened:

I wanted to take ... I don't know, something. Flowers didn't seem right. So I bought a couple of boxes of chalk.

And, as both benet and fairestcat texted me to say, I accidentally ended up on the CBC website.



When I was done I left the chalk on the ground by the ramp, and ... things got sort of splendidly out-of-hand.






I tried at one point to count the languages on the wall, but gave up. Mostly English, but French, Spanish, Greek, and I think Mandarin, as well as Vietnamese and I know not what all else.

Other sizes and the rest of Blackbird_012's great pictures of today are here.

ETA: and zingerella made the Globe and Mail.



And Blog T.O. has some great photos, including this one:

Comments

[kareila]

I'd never heard of Jack Layton before yesterday, but this moved me to tears. Thank you.