Episode 25 the Grunge by Ken David Stewart

Episode 25 the Grunge 

As Harold and Whisper entered the Grunge they could smell a sweet aroma of patchouli oil and burning incense. Harold took a quick glance at the right-hand wall of the coffeehouse. The wall was painted black but was filled posters of famous rock icons. Harold could see that many of the large posters were members of the infamous 27 club. The wall was decorated with posters of Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Amy Winehouse and Kurt Cobain. It was dark in the Grunge, but Harold could make out round wooden tables of assorted neon colours. Each table had a glass jar with a burning candle in it. A young man in his early twenties approached Harold and Whisper. “Can I help you to find a table? After that I can give you a tour of the Grunge,” the young man with the ponytail said. 


“Thanks, man I’ll find us a table near the front of the stage. I’ve been here before so I can give my friend a guided tour,” Whisper said. 

“Can I get you guys anything to eat or drink?” the waiter asked. 

“I’ll just have a regular coffee for now. “What would you like?” Harold asked Whisper as he turned his chair to face her. Lunch is on me.” 

“Thanks Harold. In that case I’ll have a Diet Coke and a cheeseburger,” Whisper said to the waiter. 

“Coming right up,” the young man said. 

“While we’re waiting for our drinks and food I’ll give Harold a quick tour of the Grunge,” Whisper said. 

“What do you want to see first?” she asked Harold. 

“The bootleg recordings,” Harold said. He had a look of anticipation on his face. Whisper took Harold down a narrow, dimly lit corridor. She  took a right turn where all the CDs, cassettes and vinyl records were located. 

“This collection is massive,” Harold said as he gazed at the many record bins and merchandise that was planted high up on the walls.The first item that Harold spotted was a vinyl record album with orange and black trim. It had a picture of Bob Dylan on the cover. Harold quickly grabbed the album and started to examine its contents. The title of the album was June 26, 1988, Bob Dylan at the Winnipeg Arena. This was definitely a bootleg. 

“My God,” said Harold. I was at this concert.I’ve got to have it. He found a yellow price sticker in the right hand corner of the album. The sticker read $22.50. 

“This puppy is going home with me!” Harold said excitedly. He was so delighted with his find that he began dancing around the corridor with the album under his arm. “Let’s browse the record collection some more,” said Harold. “I wonder what other treasures are hidden in these bins.” 

“I love Bob Dylan too,” Whisper said. “We can come back to the album collection later, but we have just begun our tour.” 

 Harold and Whisper heard the waiter calling, “Hey you two, your grub and drinks are ready.” Harold could hardly keep his eyes focused as he was glancing here, there and everywhere, as if in a trance. 

When they got to the table, Whisper didn’t waste a second before taking a large bite out of her cheeseburger. 

“Wow, you must be hungry, girl. Let me order use some more food. I can tell that one cheeseburger is not going to be enough for you,” Harold said all carefully placing his Bob Dylan record on an occupied chair at their table. 









Episodes 23 and 24 of Street Dreams

Episode 23

Harold hadn’t been away from his house for at least two weeks.  Life could be very lonely for a senior citizen who was divorced from his wife and had a stepson that was in and out of prison.  His two biological children who he had with Clarissa had their own lives now.  They both relocated to the United States a few years ago.  Harold’s biological son and daughter had not approved of Harold’s marriage to Clarissa and they had never liked their stepbrother, Ricky.  Harold’s two biological children, Derek and Jasmine, had little in common with Ricky.  Although Clarissa’s divorce from Harold was painful, they turned out to be well-adjusted kids.  Most of their friends’ parents were also living apart so they both had several peers with which they could commiserate.  Despite the tension between Harold and Clarissa, his children lived relatively stable lives as adults.  Jasmine and Derek were very smart and were on the honour roles while they attended high school.  Although they had some knowledge of how unstable Ricky’s life had been and heard that he had been badly mistreated by his biological father, they were unable to relate to him on any level.  Derek and Jasmine did not know the true extent of abuse that Ricky had suffered at the hands of his real father, Tim Kramer.

Tim was an angry, violent man who hated every aspect of his life.  He been laid off by a company that he had been loyal to for over ten years.  Then, out of the blue, Tim was informed that his services were no longer required.  Tim had worked hard at the iron foundry as an iron grinder.  He had good reason to be upset.  It was simply a bottom- line issue with his former employer.  They had not been making much of a profit during the last five years and during the last two years the plant had been losing money.  The company was more than happy to be bought out by a competitor who thought that they could turn the foundry around and start making it a profitable enterprise. It was all business and politics, two things that were totally out of Tim’s control.

Episode 24:

It was Friday afternoon around one PM, when Harold and Whisper arrived at the Grunge.    There was a light snowfall, but the temperature was still relatively warm for November.  Harold’s long silver mane of hair was blown around by the wind.  He had to be careful when he exited his car.  He almost slipped on a small icy patch as he was dismounting from his Ford Taurus. Harold had been using a cane for the last three weeks as the osteoarthritis in his left knee was causing him severe pain.  He did not like having to use a cane as he thought it made him look old and disabled.  Harold was very young at heart and had a hard time picturing himself as an old man. It did not fit with the way he envisioned himself.  Even at age sixty-five, he thought of himself as being very cool and many of his students would agree with his self -assessment.  Harold also regarded himself as being an artist and he was.  After all, he was a published author and his teaching style was more like performance art. If Harold Peyton had to use a cane to aid with his mobility, it would have to be more like a walking stick that was conguent his self-image.

He had recently been looking for bargains at an estate sale when he spotted exactly what he was looking for.  In the left corner of the immaculate house where the estate sale was held, Harold’s eyes focused on a white walking stick which.   had the shape of a black Labrador retriever carved into its handle.

Harold was approached by a man that appeared to be in his early forties.

“I noticed that you’ve been looking at that cane for several minutes, sir.  It had been my father’s favourite walking stick.”

Harold was quite startled as the young man approached him and he trembled slightly.

“I’m sorry to have scared you,” the young man said as he took a few steps back.

“That’s all right,” Harold said, feeling slightly embarrassed. “It’s just that your father’s walking stick is so beautiful.”

“My dad had an appreciation for fine art.  He was especially fond of that walking stick as the handle was a tribute to his deceased dog, Tyrone.  My God, he loved that dog.  He cried for three days when it was finally time to put Tyrone down,” the son of the deceased man said.

“My father was an excellent artist.  He excelled at oil paintings.  I have a few of his canvases on display if you are at all interested.”

“I love art too,” Harold said as he ran his fingers over the finely detailed texture of the white walking stick.

“While browsing your father’s collection, I viewed all the paintings that I would like to have in my home, but I’m wondering if I even have enough money to pay for the walking stick.”  Harold said.

“The young man was of medium build and had well-groomed curly brown hair.  I understand sir and am willing to make you a very reasonable offer on the walking stick.  If my father were still alive, he would surely want a man like you to have it.” he said.  Does two hundred dollars sound fair to you, sir?”

“Yes, I can afford that amount,” Harold said as he reached for his old leather wallet.  He had brought $275 with him to the estate sale.  Harold handed the son ten $20 bills.  Both men proceeded to shake hands on the deal.

“This beautiful walking stick is now yours, sir.  If my father is looking down from heaven, he will have a big smile on his face, knowing that I sold it to a gentleman with such impeccable taste,” the young man said.


Street Dreams Episode 22

Episode 22

“Would you want to just hang out with me today, Harold?” Whisper asked.

“Yes, what would you like to do?”  Harold asked.

“In the afternoon I was wondering if you could drive me to this sort of headshot/coffee shop called the Grunge.  It is a really super cool place to be.  They have some really rad clothing like from the nineties.  The also have an awesome collection of CDs, cassettes and vinyl records,” Whisper said.

“Do they have any bootleg CDs, tapes or records?”  Harold asked.


“You mean like live concerts that weren’t officially released by artists like Led Zeppelin and Nirvana?”  Whisper asked.

“Yes, that’s what I’m interested in, “Harold answered.

“You’re in luck.  They have a few boxes of rare recordings in the back corner of the store.  They also have a little coffee bar where we can try out some exotic coffees and teas.”


Do they sell any books at the Grunge?”  Harold asked.

“Oh yeah, they have bookshelves stocked with lots of cool books, even some rare out-of-print books.  They even sell books by local authors.  Sometimes a busker will walk in with his guitar and play some old folk songs or some of his or her original compositions.  The Grunge has a small cozy stage area for that.  They will often pass an old cowboy boot around so people can  donate some loose change to the artist,” Whisper added.

“Well, the Grunge sounds wonderful.  I would love to go with you,” Harold said as he took a sip of his Tim Horton’s coffee.

“Are you into that kind of thing?”  Whisper asked as she chewed on a slice of raisin toast.

“I think that I would really enjoy myself in a place like that.  We used to have coffee houses like that back in the seventies. I used to know a local folksinger called Dave Barrett who used to take me to a hang out something like what you’re describing.  I still love those times.” Harold said.