My friend Scott Disher died…

I was mentioning Scott to a friend the other night…So today I went to see his Facebook page…Say hi…Then I saw the recent posts…Thought maybe I had the wrong Scott Disher…Checked Google results & saw an obit…Started flipping through his friend list- to see if I could talk to anyone, anyone I knew…It has been a long time…I left McGill in 1989…Scott & I used to go out for dinner together when I was at McGill…( Just friends folks! Nothing more!) We were introduced when I first moved to Montreal, & used to hang around this incredible flower store…The owner introduced me to Scott, another customer, & he mentioned something about being a writer…I mentioned I was related to Barbara Amiel, & Scott made a snide comment about Conrad Black…Later the owner told Scott that it was my birthday that day…He got my number from the owner, called, apologized, & offered to take me out for dinner as an apology…I think we went to Milos or Place Avenue Grecque…After that, it became a habit…Scott loved to eat well, & so did I…I couldn’t stomach university food…Plus I was smart enough to be able to grasp a large enough fraction of his monologues, to be an intelligent enough friend…Once I outdrank both Scott & Nick Auf de Mar, which earned me Pattes de Cochons ( from Nick…) & I got a keys to the city pin! Scott once took me to a Henin Blakey party, which to me was very impressive…Because I was pretty & young & smart, people always assumed that we were dating, but we were not…We were just really good buddies…When I graduated, I had over a thousand dollars in parking tickets, & Nick told me if I stayed out of the province of Quebec, that they wouldn’t come after me…The dreaded Denver boot! So I went back to Toronto, & didn’t return to visit…I ran into Catherine his sister once on a film set…But once again it was assumed that I was an old girlfriend, so that conversation was weird…I just wanted to say that I am crying now…I don’t know who all is listening…But I am sad that my friend is gone…In the back of my head I think maybe he faked his own death, maybe that he is alive but living in hiding somewhere nice…I hope so…At this moment it would be nice if he had pictures of himself to look at here…I realize he was always shy in front of cameras…I guess cause he was a bit heavier than many people…Our society is so skinny biased…But our smartest people are the ones with weight…Who cares if you look skinny but are empty in the mind? I see someone named Svetlana has been mentioned…My love to you Svetlana…Hugs to Scott’s family…I am so sorry for your loss…Sari ps. my maiden name is Slatt…Married name Grove …Feel free to private message me…It feels too soon for me to have friends pass…

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(Biography chatter:from my Author Central page on Amazon-Grove Health Science is a series of 12 books now!) Hi...I'm Sari Grove...Sari sounds like Mary...Grove is the last name I took from my husband, 'cause it is a really nice name, & he was very very good looking, & I married him, & my maiden name, the name I grew up with, was "Slatt", which could be turned into all sorts of unfortunate words, which is why when I was looking for a mate, I sought someone with a cool last name...(I cannot tell you how many totally worthy men I had to ignore due to their last names being unmelodic or otherwise unsuitable...) Grove Canada is a pen name, mostly because when I needed a web address, I could not get Grove.com or even grove.ca, so I just got GroveCanada, due to a serious lack of imagination in that moment...It stuck, so I still use it...I thought this time, if I used Grove Canada as a pen name, that maybe you might look up my blog online, at GroveCanada.ca, & enjoy the freshness of getting information from the horse's mouth, up to the minute, rather than the instant obsoleteness that a book creates...Like a car depreciates as soon as you buy it-a book is old as soon as it is published...For a Virgo perfectionist, this inability to easily update, with a new chapter, with new research, causes me constant worrisome self-abnegating, consternation... I use those dot dot dot things, the etcetera symbol, at the end of my sentences, as a habit-you will always know it is me writing, you will always pause at the end of a sentence to think for a moment, you will remember that poetry is beautiful, & you will take everything I say with a giant grain of Pink Himalayan salt(since the grammatical error will irk you into that state of skepticism)! Love & Hugs, Sari ps. I became a Christian at the age of 21, which may seem like a non sequitur, & though my faith is decent my works may not really do justice to that title-but I thought I'd mention it, since my first name Sari always seems to force an assumption about my background-and though you would be right to assume that it tends to be a Jewish name, you might not be right in assuming that that is what I am going to sound like when I expound on some of my karmic principles or other ethical compasses I have developed...Not that I have done away with my past, it is just I have iced the cake with the new updated version-so if you wrong me, I may just turn the other cheek(New), instead of doing the eye for an eye thing back at you!(old)...

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