A Friendly Face

Erica Sangster

I was in my happy place, in line at Crust Bakery on a peaceful Sunday morning.

The person next to me in line drew my attention up, looking out through an upper window to the building across the street (the British American Trust Company at 737 Fort Street). Although I had passed it countless times, I had never taken notice of the Roman soldier at the peak of the bank façade. As I remember the conversation, this person shared his interest in how legionnaires were given a pension of land and olive oil.

Since that day, I pause to acknowledge the friendly face that looks down onto Fort Street, reminding me of the pleasures of chance meetings, of those brief but enriching connections with each other.