I'm talking with R**, #4 of 5 (R#3 is his father, R#5 is his son). He's talking about the fixed income plan being trialed down in Ontario, whereby a family of 4 receives a guaranteed annual income of roughly $32,000.

"Nobody will ever want to work..." He's telling me..."I've never earned that much money in my life...".

He's my boss. I gotta keep looking for gold...

Carrying 4 plates, 3 in my right hand, one in my left, I stop at the side-station to grab the pepper mill. The nephew's behind me, he's grabbed a couple of the side dishes, one in each hand, like a truck stop waitress...

"How long have you worked here? And still only 2 plates?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Look at me bro...do I have 3 arms?"

...give the daughter her bucket of garnets for Christmas..."Mined 'em myself" I tell her. She looks blankly at them. "Hurrah" she replies..."They're not diamonds, dad..."

...and the Nephew tells the story of how when he was 10 years old his family had a parrot, and all the parrot could say was "Fuck You A*****", which it had picked up from his father...

In the smallest of things you can find the greatest of explanations...