July 20, rainy, Sunday

It has been raining nearly for one night and one day.

In the morning, we went to Hanna Ave to look for the stolen bikes.

There had happened two big things in downtown of Toronto these two days. First one is a black male shot to people in a bar, two people were hurt. That evening I had ever passed by the bar,seeing several police cars stayed there and the street almost was blocked by alert line. The second one is policemen arrested a bike shop owner because he got bikes from thefts and then sold them. So policemen discovered many stolen bikes in the shop, they released a notice to inform citizens who had lost their bikes to go to recognize the bikes. Pat read the news last night and was excited to plan going there.

Many bikes were laid in a garage. People came here continually from different corners of the city, hope to find their lost bikes. But it seemed most of people were not so lucky. Pat and Catherine found a bike looking like hers, but the serial number on the bike was different with the number on the receipt of  the stolen bike. Ali, a friend of Catherine, she also found a bike looking like her father's lost, but it proved not the lost later. Because Ali's father was not in the city that time and Ali was not sure how the lost bike look like, I took photo for the bike and forwarded the photo to Ali's father. When I took photos, a policeman came up to me and said:" what are you doing? you can't take photos!" Pat explained to him, at last he let us go.

After we left the police center, Pat took me to visit her great grandfather's candy factory on Sorauren Avenue. Her great grandfather came to Toronto with his brother from Ireland(?)  when he was 14 years old. They worked for a candy factory first, then established their own candy factory, and became the owner of the largest candy factory in Canada at last. But Pat's father was not good at running the factory, they had to sell the factory when Pat was still a little girl.

Now the old factory has became apartments for rent. I think there are Pat's good memories in the building. About fifty years ago, there was a little lovely girl playing in the corridor. " every time I came here, my old grandfather took a big bag of candy, told me, help yourself!" Pat imitated her old grandfather's voice. 

The tree fell down in the rain.