
On Saturday afternoons, my mom occasionally took me to the High Park Library, a few blocks south of our place, where a librarian read stories to kids seated on the floor around a blazing fire in a big stone fireplace.
On the way home, we’d visit a guy named Mister Buffam, on the east side of Roncesvalles, who ran a shop that sold radio vacuum tubes, batteries and other electrical stuff. He lived with his wife behind the shop. (Victor Buffam owned Buffam Radio Service, 101 Roncesvalles Ave.)
