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When my family moved to Mississauga, we moved in to one of those suburban real estate projects with a corny name. Yes, we lived on Robin Drive, and Will Scarlett Drive, Maid Marion Place, and Lionheart Crescent were streets that we frequented. One of the kids I spent a lot of time lived next door to “the Petersons’”. I remember we were over there a few times to play with one of their kids. I remember thinking he was kind of young for us, and wasn’t too interesting, but they had a rear projection TV screen. Yup, that’s right. I was in the house of Oscar Peterson, who was probably within ten feet of me, and I was thinking his kid was young and boring, but the really cool thing was that they had a rear projection TV screen and an impressive collection of movies. Of course, at the time I was too young to have half a clue who he was.

Looking back on those times later, I don’t feel quite so bad. After all I was a kid, but more importantly, when I thought of the look on his face, he seemed pretty happy. I think the fact that we paid him no heed pleased him. Sometimes it is nice to be ignored. Sometimes it is nice be around people who are completely transparent and treat you with no more respect than you’ve earned in the last five minutes.

I hope it made him happy.