“He wanted to stand out, he wanted to make his own statement. He was the biggest booster of London’s arts scenes, a fixture at openings and readings and festivals, often handing out flyers on the streets and championing strangers. He was the quiet philosopher, almost Dumbledore-like, sitting at the table of a McDonald’s or Tim Hortons, busily working on his writing or inviting people to join him for a coffee. He was the downtown London fixture, the skinny old hippie with the long beard, the rumpled second-hand clothes and a suit jacket covered in buttons, standing outside Joe Kool’s reciting his poetry, happily coaxing the people on Richmond Row to listen and ask what he had in his two heavy, duct-taped plastic bags of papers and books. Roy McDonald lived his life challenging the world to take a closer look. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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