July 1: I know you
Back in 1990, when I was 17-years-old, I took an acting for the camera course at the Calgary Jewish Centre. One of my fellow students was a lady named June. She had grey hair – which she described as "salt and pepper" – and a Mary Poppins kind of British accent. I remembered her mostly because her name was June. I had never met a real-life June before. All the Junes I knew were either fictional or months. So June stuck in my mind. I ran into her a couple years later at the library. She was sitting by the magazine rack and reading one of the latest editions (probably not American Rifleman) and I walked up to her and said hello. She didn't recognize me so I had to remind her and then she remembered me. We chatted for a bit. She said she had auditioned for a couple commercials but nothing came of them, so she stopped pursuing acting for the camera. More than a quarter of a century later, I was at Reid's Stationers in Calgary, where I had just bought a new TSWBI pen and s