You may have seen him around the library or pizza corner. You may have known him if you worked at the Second Cup, or the Black Market, or the many names of the bar above Sicilian pizza. Maybe you grew up in Hubbards and had a camp up Mill Lake. He had a long beard, a cap and a smoke. Often hiding a bottle of rum in his shirt. As a friend of his I will miss him. His stories, yarns, inquiries about the family, his big heart. He was always around growing up and later in my adulthood. Locations changed from Hubbards to Halifax, but he was the same.
I would like to thank all those who gave him a helping hand the past few years in here; whether it was a soft seat and coffee, a chat and a smoke, a basket of fries, a kind hand at the hospital while he tried to convince the nurses it was OK to smoke out the window or a ride out to see Dad and go sit by the lake. He will be missed by many. The library won’t be the same for me now. –The MacLean Kids
This article appears in Feb 18-24, 2010.
There was a hobo bill in Newfoundland too
He as well was great.
I work at Second Cup, and he was a regular for the first year I worked there. He stopped coming by so frequently. He never gave us any trouble, and I could tell that he was just trying to live out the rest of his life (I remember being shocked when I learned of him having cancer). It’s unfortunate that he is gone, but at least now he no longer has to suffer.
Ahh gees man . I knew the fella , not well but chatted a few time with him when passing by . Sorry to hear he’s gone !!! He seemed a pretty good guy !!!!