i remember

working as a bartender at the railway club, home of the career drunk, and as was usual. closing the bar down many nights by myself - often with no more than a couple people still there nursing drinks.
i remember one night, a sunday night, chatting with a guy at the bar whom i had never seen before and he seemed like a guy from out of town - an interesting guy. we spoke a lot about nothing in particular and it was a conversation full of questions, mainly directed at me (what do you do besides work here? what time do you close? are you gay? huh?). at one point he looked outside and made mention of a car that was parked out on the street in front of the bar. the only car, in fact, out there. he said how much he loved that car - a 1961 ford falcon sedan delivery- and that in toronto, where he lived, there were no cars like that there. he then looked at me and said, "is that your car?" i told him that it was. "i need you to take me for a ride in that car" i told him if he waited i'd give him a ride back to his hotel, if he liked.
i cleaned the bar and, as i remember, we all piled into my car - me, him and stan the doorman - and away we went. i dropped stan off at his place and then daniel and i drove around a little and then i dropped him off at his hotel. then as i was heading the other way - i had to go around the block to get going in the direction i needed to go to get to my place in kits - i saw him walking back up the street the way we had just come. he hadn't gone into his hotel at all and was just walking away from it. i kept driving.
i found out later, as i had a friend who had heard about the late night drive i had had with her friend, as he had told her about it, that he just liked walking around late at night and he wasn't ready to turn in when i had dropped him off. she told me that he was thrilled by the ride in the old car, and that he had thought i was very nice...oops..i may have been getting hit on and not even known it...or maybe i did...she told me his name was, and still is i assume, daniel macivor. neat. a toronto based writer/actor/playwrite. pretty cool. good guy.
i'm not sure what made me think of this but. there you go.