It's a Wednesday 10:10 am and I am driving across Bloor St West admiring my old stomping grounds. I reach for my phone to call Dale Hawkins who is an old friend and great supporter of my Stewardian journey. Fortunately we were in sync and able to meet within minutes in High Park by the tennis courts. After a quick hello hug we grab a seat on the bench, Dale reaches out to give me a little envelope and as I open my hand he says "white corn."
I smile and then pull a bag out of
my pocket and say, "Chaga," and then "E.B.B." It was less than 10 min before I was racing across town trying to make it to Sick kids before Chris Jr.'s 11 am appointment. I am all smiles saying to myself instead of dope and money it was Chaga and grains being exchanged. My how times have matured. Ol' McChappy has arrived.