orono, ontario - toronto without the t's and sounds a lot like porno - part deux

no trip to orono, ontario

is complete without a visit to

the mill pond, orono park, roller coaster road
and the village bake shop

my mom used to work there when i was a kid

i was glad for it too

the stuff she brought home - a kaleidoscope

of pastries, sweet sticky buns, desert squares, and homemade cookies

fills my mind

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i crave meat these days

but for years

i was the kinda guy

that went to the desert table first

i blame the village bake shop

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which i forgot

closes down for a period of time in the summer

for holidays

everyone goes

they don't cut back or go off at different times

one or two at a time

hire summer help

nope

they shut her down

when we got there the air was fresh and clear

there wasn't a single bun to be smelt

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so we smelled old books and vinyl in the antique shop instead

perused a consignment shop

which appeared to have a strange abundance

and availability

of glue

yellow tubes of airplane glue

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it's the

squeeze it in a paper bag

inhale deeply

get hooked

do it all the time for awhile
say "wha" alot

and drool all over yourself

for the rest of your life

kinda glue

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right there

under the register

at the front counter

beside the kids stuff

now maybe i'm wrong - for the inferences i draw from these observations and this knowledge

maybe orono is a hobbycraft mecca

with the kind of unusually high demand for modelling glue that would validate why this strange little store sees the need to carry it much less keep it right up front

personally - i bought a leonard choen novel - i prefer mescalin to glue any day man

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there's another store front dope peddler on main street too

i'm sure you've heard the saying - the first hit's free

after that you're buying well - we bought - yes we did

a pound and a half of nicely packed fudge