My Sexy Aunt

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Opium was a source of revenue for governments of the day. A federal duty imposed on importers fetched hundreds of thousands of dollars between 1874 and 1899. In B.C. ports, and cities charged hundreds of dollars to purveyors in the form of business licences. Now, when I had seen him darting about earlier, while hor d'oeuvres were being served after finally being shaken loose by his mother, he had preformed this hugging antic on his and his grandmother several times, and once each on his Bride Aunt and Maid of Honour Mother!

VICTORIA – The B.C. government is strengthening the non-profit housing sector by transferring provincially-owned properties to non-profit housing providers. Unescapable Boredom has always been a trigger for some of my most peevish muses, and sometimes that has landed me in quite hot water ! The townships that experienced the highest number of illicit drug toxicity deaths in 2021 were Vancouver, Surrey and Victoria.I had figured he would get his hands caught in the till, which is the show I had been expecting to watch play out on the hapless lad. Regardless who she is in relation to you, at that time she was in a position of trust and you were near enough a child with hormones racing.

So I guess the affair overall was a nice enough bit of eye candy for those of us “privileged” enough to be invited. I must add, I personally did not feel privileged, but judging by the openly blurted remarks of a gaggling trio of someone’s elderly maiden aunties( not mine thank Lord) we all were supposed to feel that way for being there! A wall mural in the DTES poses a valid question, "how do we end the drug crisis"? A more basic question, how did we get here? Today there are at least 6 City of Vancouver development permit applications on file for more social housing in the DTES.

Still, as the months wore on, my eventual return to Hartsdale loomed. In early August, I passed my summer-school exams, which meant that I was eligible to return to Hartsdale for ninth grade. But Aunt Lil knew that it was best to keep me in New York City. Whatever progress we had made would be lost once I returned home. With less than a month before school began, she resolved to get me admitted to the city’s High School of Music and Art. Applicants were required to take a drawing test and provide a portfolio of art. It was highly competitive, but it hardly mattered, because admissions for the coming fall had ended months before. Aunt Lil persisted, and in mid-August we received word that the High School of Music and Art was administering a special, off-season entrance exam to a handful of kids—and that I was among them. Better “eeflay ethay emisespray” was what I was in fact thinking, and the sooner the better my mind added... College guys, football players and engineering nerds alike, popped from the library, classroom buildings, Student Union and dorms to get a look at the sexy lady with the flashy car. Bronwyn Evans, my college steady date, caught me kissing my Aunt Doris. She walked away as though she hadn’t seen. I was going to have plenty of explaining to do. Or maybe none at all. She wasn’t really my aunt. Maybe her name wasn’t really Doris, I don’t know. She was one of my mother’s friends, and my mother had lots of friends. They’d come over, drink, blab. Usually the party went on all night. Aunt Doris used to come into my room to make sure I was still alive. Sometimes she flopped on my cot and told me a story. She smelled of booze, perfume and something else, something I liked. Aunt Doris’ stories were on the short and dirty side, but they were the only ones I got. The amount of taxpayer dollars spent in the area is staggering with little to show for the investment.