Just Outside of Hope - Sequel to Road Without End
By Ron Kearse
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Ron Kearse
Ron Kearse lists travelling, photography, art, reading and history as his main sources of inspiration. An artist, broadcaster, actor and writer, Ron has a colourful and varied work resumé. Having lived a nomadic life, Ron has finally settled in Victoria, BC where he lives with his partner James Howard. Just Outside of Hope is the second installment in the Road Without End Trilogy, he has also published a photo book of Vancouver Street Art in the mid-1980s called Lost History.Photo of Ron Kearse by Neil Brock
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Just Outside of Hope - Sequel to Road Without End - Ron Kearse
Just Outside of Hope
Sequel to
Road Without End
By Ron Kearse
Copyright
ISBN 978-1-387-67653-8
Second Edition – eBook
Filidh Publishing, Victoria, BC, Canada
filidhbooks.com
Copyright 2014 – Ron Kearse
Second Edition cover design by cb eady design and Dan Weeds.
Other books by Ron Kearse:
Road Without End - Friesen Press, 2013; Second Edition: Filidh Publishing 2016
Lost History – Friesen Press, 2014; Second Edition: Filidh Publishing 2016
PART THREE
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SEPTEMBER 1980 – JIM WHITELAW
I hear shuffling out in the hallway and the sound of the coffee machine as it gurgles. Sparky, my roommate, is awake. I reluctantly open one eye and close it again. The morning sun casts a muted light through the curtains over my bed. Mmmm, the smell of fresh coffee, tickles my nostrils, and I feel Bert’s arm around my waist. Bert lives in Edmonton where he works for the provincial government, and it was funny how we met.
I was heading over to the southeast part of the city. We had arrived at a bus stop downtown at the same time and quietly exchanged glances. He was a really sexy guy, and I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t have the nerve. We got on the same bus, and he got off two stops before me. As he disembarked, he looked at me, smiled and nodded. I smiled back at him then cursed myself for missing out on an opportunity.
It was about a month later, and I was at a crosswalk downtown when I was aware of somebody standing next to me. I glanced to my left to see a handsome man smiling at me. I smiled, nodded and when we got the green light he walked quickly ahead of me. Then he stopped, did an about turn and approached me with a huge smile on his face.
I promised myself that if I saw you again,
he said, I would talk to you.
It was then I recognized him as being that same guy from a month before. We chatted for a couple of minutes then exchanged phone numbers. We’ve seen each other quite a few weekends since.
He has a sister, Patty, who lives down here, and he stays with her and her boyfriend whenever he’s in Calgary. The four of us have gone out together a couple of times during his visits. She’s phoned me a few times while he’s been up in Edmonton just to talk. I think she’s starting to consider me some kind of brother-in-law.
I’m just drifting back to sleep when the din of a lawnmower from next door rattles the morning calm.
"Jim, tell that lawnmower to fuck off will ya," Bert moans.
Why don’t you?
I yawn.
Because I asked you first,
Bert smiles his eyes still closed.
I get out of bed, pick my underwear off the floor and slip it on. I go to the opened window. I look out to the sunny first morning of the Labour Day Weekend.
I watch Mr. Kwiatkowski next door as he pushes his lawnmower around the perimeter of his back lawn. He’s done this most Saturday mornings I’ve lived here. He and his wife are very sweet. They emigrated from Poland after the war, and he retired about ten years ago.
His wife is always bringing over cabbage rolls, perogies or other tasty stuff for us. She believes Sparky and I are starving because we don’t have wives or girlfriends.
Two young single men,
she’ll say, Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’ve got to eat. Women like nice big strong men.
When we chat, Mr. Kwiatkowski keeps me up to date on the latest rumblings over in Poland. The Solidarity Movement under union leader Lech Walesa has been slowly gaining strength all over the country especially in northern cities like Gdansk. He’ll often say, Lech Walesa,
while giving the thumbs-up.
The smell of the freshly cut grass from the window reminds me of my boyhood days in northwestern Ontario. My grandfather used to cut the grass a couple of times a week. He always said it gave him a chance to be alone and think. I sometimes wonder if Mr. Kwiatkowski feels the same way. His lawn always looks like a golf course, it’s so green, and well looked after.
He does a double take as he catches me watching him from my window. He smiles at me and waves. He idles the lawnmower motor and yells something to me. I open the window a little more.
What’s that?
I yell.
I said you’re not still in bed are you?
he yells back with his thick Polish accent.
I nod my head and smile, Why? What time is it?
It’s time to get up my young friend. Look at this beautiful morning.
He takes a deep breath, pats his chest with both hands and says, Don’t stay in bed on beautiful mornings it’s bad for your liver.
Then he gives me the thumbs-up, Lech Walesa!
he yells as he puts the mower back in gear and continues to cut the lawn. I chuckle, shut the window and get back into bed with Bert.
He puts his arm around my waist again. Hey!
he says, You’re still wearing your panties! Does that mean I’m not getting any?
Fuck off!
I grin, …panties…
Bert reaches down, latches his index finger around the crotch of my underwear, and whips it down to my knees. I laugh as he tickles the side of my belly. Then his mouth meets mine. I run my tongue slowly across his upper lip, while he cradles the back of my head in his hand and kisses me deeply. Bert crawls on top of me when there’s a sound at the bedroom door like somebody kicking it.
Will you two stop sucking’ face and open this door,
says Sparky, My hands are full!
Should I open the door?
Bert asks.
C’mon,
Sparky continues, I know you’re awake. I heard you talking to Mr. Kwiatkowski.
Yeah,
I whisper, answer the door naked.
Bert jumps out of bed stark naked and opens the bedroom door.
AHHH!
Sparky screams. Here,
he says handing Bert a couple of mugs. Cream and sugar, both of them.
Thanks, Sparky,
smiles Bert, that’s really sweet of you.
Next time, wear your nightie when you open the door,
Sparky says. Something that big shouldn’t be staring a girl in the face first thing in the morning!
He runs back into the kitchen.
Bert shuts the door with his foot and comes back to the bed with the coffee mugs.
He just wanted to see your cock,
I say taking the coffee mug Bert passes to me. I’ve been bragging about your big dick.
Bert and I laugh as he gets back into bed with me. He takes a sip of his coffee and asks, How did you and Sparky meet anyway?
I got to know him really well while I was staying with David Tøllin.
Was that the David we met briefly at the bar last night?
"Yeah, if it weren’t for him I don’t know what I would have done that day I was kicked out of the military."
That must have been a humiliating experience.
"When I was ordered to leave my quarters at the barracks, there were two guards placed outside my door the whole time I packed. Several of the guys on my floor silently stood and watched as I moved my stuff out of the barrack block. I felt like I was the bad guy and had to be removed."
So David was allowed in to help you?
Yeah, I didn’t know who else to call. Bryn wanted nothing to do with me, and the military wasn’t allowing him near me anyway. So I got permission from the guards to call David at work, and they let him in to help me. They just wanted me off the base as soon as possible, and if David expedited my leaving, all the better.
David sounds like he’s an amazing friend.
Since the tribunal, he’s helped me get my life back together. I needed a place to stay, and he took me in. He let me sleep on the couch in his den. He was there when I needed someone to talk to, and he listened when I needed someone to understand. Best of all, I needed a job, and he’s pulled some strings with some of his business colleagues.
So just like that,
says Bert snapping his fingers, you got work.
Something like that, yes,
I chuckle.
Music begins from the living room. Sparky’s turned on the radio, and Steely Dan’s new single, Hey Nineteen is playing. I’m silent as I stare into my coffee cup again.
Bert waves his hand in front of my face.
Sorry,
I say, Steely Dan was Bryn’s favourite group.
You still miss Bryn and Marcel?
he asks as he puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Yeah, it’s been three months, and I still miss them a lot. If it weren’t for me, they would still be here in Calgary, but because of my stupidity, they’ve gone to make a new life for themselves in Halifax. You know, Bert, looking back I can’t believe I was that careless with those Polaroids. Especially after Bryn asked me to be careful with any photos I had in my possession. Not only did I get myself in a lot of trouble, but Bryn as well. No wonder he wanted nothing more to do with me before he left."
How Bryn reacted to everything was his choice. As for your naiveté, welcome to life’s school of hard-knocks. All of us take our turns at learning something the hard way.
Yeah, but I regret what happened so damn much.
Well,
Bert says, "The way I see it you have a choice. You can wallow in the past and blame yourself forever, or you can be in the present with me right now."
I look over to his bright smile and say, I’d rather live in the present.
Bert puts his cup aside, leans over and kisses me. He takes my cup from me and puts it aside as well. He wraps his arms around me, leans me back on the bed, and his mouth meets mine once more.
∞
I stare out of the kitchen window as Bert, and I clean up the breakfast dishes.
I notice the sun is casting longer shadows these days,
I say.
Yep,
Bert answers, before we know it the leaves will be gone from the trees and winter will be settling in.
My life has been going through so many changes this year that I didn’t even notice the summer slipping by. And now it’s gone.
Yeah, it’s amazing how fast time moves on,
Bert says as he moves behind me and puts his arms around my waist. Just remember to stay in the present with me,
he whispers in my ear. Then he rubs his crotch against my ass.
"Hey, no fair! I protest,
I’ve got both hands in the dishwater!"
Just the way I like it,
he laughs as he licks the back of my neck. I turn my face to his, and our mouths meet again.
Will you two quit sucking face!
Sparky yells as he enters the kitchen. It’s disgusting!
Did you hear something?
Bert says to me as we continue kissing.
Nope,
I say.
The phone rings and Sparky retrieves the receiver from the wall.
Hello. Yeah, just a minute. It’s for you Asshole,
he says pointing the phone in my direction.
I dry my hands and take the phone from Sparky as he goes into his bedroom.
Hello.
Hi, Jimmy.
Glenn? Is that you?
"The same. So now you’re known as Asshole since I saw you last?
Pay no attention to my neurotic roommate. How’s it going?
Where do I begin? I’m still at the same radio station in Brandon, but I’m now Station Manager.
Really? Congratulations. When did that happen?
Last year Jimmy.
I Pause. "It has been six years since we last spoke hasn’t it?" I say.
Yep.
How are Marny and the kids?
Doing great. Marny is back teaching, Mikey is in grade three and Tiffany is in grade one.
Oh my God! Last time I saw Tiffany she was just a baby!
Like you said, it has been six years. Hey, Dad told me what happened with you. How are you feeling these days?
Well, life goes on and so do I.
I look over to Bert who smiles at me and winks.
I was worried about you because nobody’s heard anything from you all this time.
Yeah, and I’m sorry about that. I just needed some time to lick my wounds so to speak. It’s already been a few months since it happened. I was just saying to a friend of mine here that I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown.
Oh, you’ve got company there?
Yeah, but that’s okay.
No, I won’t keep you. Listen, I’m coming out to Calgary to see you.
That would be great.
Do you have room at your new digs for me?
Sure do. When are you thinking of coming?
Well, I want to take a few days off before the end of this month…
Will Marny and the kids be coming with you?
No,
says Glenn, I want to spend some time with you alone, brother to brother.
Glenn I would love that. C’mon out and let’s have some fun together.
I’ll phone you by next weekend to let you know the exact dates and time of arrival.
Great.
I can hear a child’s voice whining on the other end of the phone, Daddy.
What is it Peanut?
Mikey keeps pointing and laughing at me.
Well, point and laugh at him.
Is that Tiffany?
I ask.
Yeah.
Then he addresses Tiffany, Do you want to say hello to your Uncle Jim?
Okay,
then the sound of a phone being passed to someone else, Hi.
Hi Tiffany, how are you?
Mikey keeps pointing and laughing at me.
Well do like your daddy says and go point and laugh at him to show him how it feels.
Okay.
Then there’s silence.
Hello?
I say.
She just handed the phone back to me and went into the living room,
says Glenn.
Oh. Ok. Anyway, I guess I’ll hear from you by next weekend.
I can hear Tiffany’s voice in the background going, A-ha-ha, A-ha-ha!
Yep,
Glenn laughs at Tiffany’s mock laughter, I’m looking forward to it.
By the way,
I quickly interject before the conversation ends, how’s dad?
Glenn is momentarily silent, He’s okay Jimmy. Nothing ever changes with him. He still has his daily routine. He still gets up at 5:30 in the morning, has his tea, putters around the house, and he still has his buddies that he sees regularly at the Legion.
Have you told him you’re coming out to see me?
I’ll be seeing him today. I’ll tell him then.
There is silence between us. And how are things generally in Lefler?
I ask.
If you came back here tomorrow you would say that absolutely nothing has changed at all,
says Glenn. Hey look we’ll have all kinds of time to catch up when I see you. I’ll tell you about everything then.
Yeah,
I smile, It’ll be fun.
We’ll talk in a few days then.
You bet.
See ya.
Yeah Glenn, see ya.
I hang up the phone and quietly go back to the dishes. That was my brother Glenn,
I say to Bert, he’s coming out to see me later this month.
"Where does he live?" Bert asks.
Lefler.
Where the hell is Lefler?
Manitoba. It’s over near Brandon. It’s where I grew up.
I thought you were raised in Thunder Bay.
I was born there, and my family lived there until I was five years old. Then my father got a really great job opportunity in Lefler, so away we went.
I finish the last of the dishes and drain the water from the sink.
So you and Glenn are pretty close then?
says Bert.
Yeah, he and my mother both knew I was gay before I did. In fact, he’s the one in the family that told me that I’m gay.
"He told you that you were gay?"
Well, not in so many words, but it was like he was just waiting for me to say something to him. Ever since we were kids, he’s always been protective of me, and he’s gotten himself into a lot of trouble because of it as well.
Really?
"Yeah, I remember once he was suspended from high school for a couple of weeks during his senior year. He got into a fight because he heard some guy call me a faggot in the hall during lunch hour."
They suspended him for fighting?
Well that, but more because he refused to apologize to the guy. He gave the Principal his standard answer whenever this type of thing would happen, ‘Nobody hurts my brother.’
Wow. I’d like to meet him while he’s out here visiting.
That’s easily enough arranged.
What does he do in Lefler?
He and his family live there, but he works in Brandon. He’s a disc jockey at one of the local radio stations, at least he was. He just told me he’s now Station Manager.
Did I hear you guys say you’re going to Chinook Mall today?
asks Sparky as he comes into the kitchen from his bedroom carrying last night’s newspaper.
Bert looks at me and asks, Did we say that?
I look back at him and smile, No. But I guess we’re going now whether we want to or not.
Sparky smiles and says, Asshole. I mean if you’re going I wouldn’t mind coming along. They’re having a big Labour Day sale on today, and I want to get some jeans.
We were going to go to some of the Alberta 75th Anniversary celebrations,
says Bert, but I suppose we can work in a trip to Chinook Mall while we’re at it.
A knock comes to the front door. I’ll get that,
Sparky says as he flits into the living room.
I suppose I should have a shower if we’re going to go out,
Bert says.
Sparky appears back in the kitchen and comes over to where I’m standing. He has a puzzled look on his face.
There’s a woman at the door that wants to talk to you,
he quietly says.
Who is it?
I don’t know, but she asked for you.
I go to the front door to see a grandmotherly-type woman waiting patiently on the doorstep.
Can I help you?
I say.
Both her eyes and her mouth are wide open as she looks at me in disbelief.
Can I help you?
I repeat.
Her mouth moves a bit and then she says, I wanted to speak to the lady of the house.
∞
Entry #163-Saturday September 20, 1980: Sparky and I have been sharing a house for a few months now. The opportunity to move in with him was serendipitous, as I wanted to move out of David’s place anyway. It’s not that I got tired of David always wanting sex from me, but I know that I was cramping his style. Unless I or the guys he brought home were willing to get in a three-way, four-way or whatever. This didn’t always work out…
I write this in my journal while the passing scenery slows down as the Airporter Bus pulls up in front of another hotel. Since I don’t have a car, this is the way I’m going out to meet Glenn at the airport. Then we’ll grab a cab back to my place. He’ll be staying with me for a week, which will give us a chance to get caught up. After all, the last time I saw him was the night before I left for Kingston and Royal Military College.
I watch the handful of people in front of the hotel’s main entrance waiting to board and notice a rugged looking middle-aged man in the crowd. He has a stocky build, appears to be about 6 foot tall, he has salt and pepper hair, blue eyes and a beautiful moustache. It’s almost like he senses that I’m looking at him because he turns from the person he’s talking to and looks directly at me. I avert my stare and pretend I’m still writing.
I secretly keep my eye on him as he boards