I’ve finally realized what’s been missing and amiss in Tyee Plaza.
The Mr. Tyee carving, created in 2003 Chad Mergaert as part of the annual Driftwood Carving competition, has been moved. He’s now perched (tyee – fish – perch – get it?!) in front of the Java Shack. It’s handy for him when he doesn’t have time in the morning to make his lunch or grab coffee before settling into his location for another day’s work. But let’s hear from Mr. Tyee directly, shall we? I caught up with him recently and introduced myself as a local writer and generally nosy person.
The first thing he shares is, “I miss being in front of the laundromat. I got to know the lottery and laundry regulars. There was always something going on, especially when Super Valu was still open. But, really, it’s not too bad here. The Java Shack staff tell me what their soup of the day is every morning so I can let customers knows before they’re even inside. You can’t get much better customer service than that, can you?”
Mr. Tyee pauses for a moment as the afternoon walk-on ferry crowd headed for Quadra trot by. “Just wait,” he whispers to me. I wonder what’s going on.
“Hi, Mr. Tyee,” says one person.
“See you in the morning,” says another.
“Looking good, Mr. Tyee,” comments a third person, as she smiles at us both.
The crowd thins for the moment and Mr. Tyee continues.
“People are so kind. I know I’m looking a bit worse for the wear these days – the rain takes its toll – but I’m still a darn good ambassador for the plaza.”
“Another thing I miss, now that I’m not as front an centre as I used to be, he says with a sigh, is being so close to Logger Mike. He’s grouchy a lot of the time but we get along pretty well,” confides Mr. Tyee.
We have figured it out though says the wooden status, putting his hand (fin?) into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. We’ve each got one. It’s handy because Shopper’s sells the phone cards. This way we can keep in touch, he said.
We keep each other up to date with what’s going on in our neighborhood, explained my wooden friend.
I’m just about to ask Mr. Tyee if I can buy him a snack when his phone rings.
“It’s gotta be Mike, nobody else has my number, not even my mom. Excuse me,” says Mr. Tyee, ever polite. He answers his phone with a flourish.
“How’s it hanging, Mike? I’m being interviewed.” There’s silence for a moment as Mr. Tyee listens. “You’re not the only media star around here you know,” boasts Mr. Tyee. I can hear Logger Mike’s expletives through the phone. Mr. Tyee rolls his eyes and I turn away in case Mike hears me giggle.
“Keep your axe on. I’m not horning in on anybody’s territory. She’s lovely to talk to and I’m having fun. Bug off. I’ll talk to you later.” Mr. Tyee hangs up his phone.
“Sorry to have caused problems with Logger Mike,” I say.
“Don’t worry. His language is rather ripe but deep down, he’s got a heart of gold. He’ll be fine in ten minutes.”
“I should head off anyway. I’ve got more than enough for my story, Mr. Tyee. Thank you very much for your time. I’ve always wanted to meet you”, I say.
“Just a minute, before you go,” he says, scribbling a series of numbers onto the corner of my notebook. With a glance I see it’s Mr. Tyee’s cell phone number.
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