Interiors

The men's bathroom at the Kerrisdale Community Centre looks exactly as it did when I first started going there in 1972, as a ten year old, for Saturday afternoon ceramics. I remember the first day, when our young instructor swanned into our basement classroom, grabbed a piece of chalk and said, "My name is ...," then wrote V-I-C-T-O-R on the blackboard. I immediately raised my hand. "Yes!" said V-I-C-T-O-R. "Victor!" I said, pleased with myself for knowing how to read. "Yes?" he said again, as if I had something specific to ask. "Your name is Victor," I said, now embarrassed for thinking that him writing his name, and not saying it, was something he wanted said.