The Tour Carries On. And Then Disaster Struck

 The continuing saga of Gaston and his magnificent tour of Powell River was going swimmingly. Here he is at the beach with his pal “Starfish”, which is the name he chose for a starfish he became buddies with. “It’s not rocket science”  Gaston explained to me.  “Starfish is a lot more lively and interesting than you.”

And you wonder why I get upset with this guy with little man syndrome.

 We then drove into the oldest part of Powell River, near the old paper mill, where millworkers 80 years ago mostly lived, and it’s here Gaston suggested a picture of the Patricia Theatre, which is the oldest running theatre in British Columbia. I thought, finally Gaston is being a normal tour guide.

 But then disaster struck and I don’t really know exactly how to put this in words. When we got back to the house, Gaston made a grizzly discovery. There was Wilfred LaBois, Gaston’s favourite uncle, decapitated in a terrible chainsaw accident.

Gaston took it well for awhile, then broke down and flung himself on his uncle, which the photo clearly shows. “He was a great uncle,” said Gaston quietly. “He was an important part of our family tree, and more than once, he went out on a limb for me.”

 Please note:

If you’re interested in all the journeys of Gaston in the beautiful town/city of Powell River, just click on ‘Tour of Powell River’ over in the categories section on the right side. If you’re going to move here, you might as well have a look at it before you do. And please disregard Gaston’s boorishness. He means well.

3 thoughts on “The Tour Carries On. And Then Disaster Struck”

  1. DK,

    Gaston, unlike most of us, doesn’t just talk the talk, he walks the walk, he makes a huge effort to `connect’ with the wildlife, to show that he cares, that they matter and can count on him to stand up for them; Gaston goes out of his way to do the right thing to show case his burg, he takes the time and puts out the effort to promote it, to let others know that he is proud to be in the `place’ he is; then tragedy strikes, a beloved relative is cut down in his prime, sorrow & grief at his untimely loss clearly bring Gaston low, past his knees to his belly even and, furthermore the same sad event also serves as a brutal and stark reminder of his own vulnerability, imagine having being confronted with his greates fear? – the dread of sharp-edged objects which must be acute and what do you do? Do you try to ameliorate his suffering? Do you sympathize? Empathize? Ha! You chortle at his shock and dismay, you dump all over the little guy. The boor, DK, is NOT Gaston

  2. Of course I feel bad about the untimely death of LaBois,but geez, this Gaston….
    Why can’t he be like other tour guides?

  3. DK,

    Sigh, talk about an unwillingness to confront your own inner demons! You’re displacing all your deeply rooted anxieties and fears onto the little guy. DK, Gaston does not deserve the opprobrium which you so casually and pointedly heap on him. Look, DK, it’s not about LaBois – the dood is dead, kaput, so much firewood and probably a bunch of kindling to boot – but about Gaston. Show some compassion, a little bit of consolation is in order, hold a wake & get him plastered on the beverage of his choice. Stop being such a hard-hearted sooundrel. Is Cruella DeVille in your family tree? Hmmm, maybe it needs some prunning?

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