A DECENT CHAP (October 17, 2000)

At the corner of Queensway and Westbourne Grove I walked by a man in his sixties. He carried a ladder and a bucket. “A window cleaner,” I thought. Our eyes met. I liked him. “A decent chap,” I thought. Only then I realized that he looked a bit like one of my mother’s brothers, DuĊĦan, whom I liked a lot as a child. God, how bigoted we are!