Frank #7.people calling you an English bastd.I was walking down the St.Laurent Blvd, this guy was saying hello to people in English the calling them French bstd.He said hello to us (we were only kids,bellboys on the Britain) when we answered in English he was delighted and latched himself onto us.He was telling us that he was born in Liverpool and married some French bstd,you could tell he was alcoholic, he carried on walking with us down towards the ship.I was looking at him thinking I'm sure he is my uncle John.My uncle john emigrated to Canada, when the war came on he joined the Canadian army and came over here,he was at Dunkirk.We had a photograph of him in his army uniform in our house.Anyway we got be about the Rodeo I think and about 4 police cars screeched up,get going back to your ship boys this guy said and that was the last I seen of him.I was running to Montreal on and off over the years and always seen my other relations,I always asked about uncle John but nobody knew where he was.Anyway just before I left the sea I said to my uncle Frank all the years I have been coming here and I never got to meet uncle John.I'l take you to see him but you'll be sorry.We went to this tavern and lo and behold it was the same guy that I had met all those years before on the St.Laurent Blvd. so Frank knew where he was all those years but he didn't want me to get involved with him.He did become a bit of a pest and used tobe waiting at the gangway when we docked,I took my life in my hands every time I went ashore with him the way he used to speak to those big French barmen.
Regards.
Jim.B.