....And It Is Not Pretty
The sun rose high in Lotusland today.
And at first glance all was right with the world.
Even the fact that I had to climb into the goldarned cigar tube didn't get me down.
Because I can now get to the Vancouver Airport from my house with ease.
It was a most pleasant trip....Stroll down to King Edward to catch the #25, west, to the Canada Line Station....Get directions from a most helpful attendant who explained that you only pay the Airport tariff when you leave the airport.
Which means that, because it was a Sunday, it only cost me the price of a '1 Zone' faresaver ticket.
Which is precisely $0.14 more than a tall dark at the empire of the evil green goddess who, I am quite convinced, does not even live in Seattle anymore.
The train trip itself was most pleasant and efficient, and on the way there I read a nice review of Philip Roth's latest as well as the inspiring DIY story of a kinghell story-teller named Marc Levy. I also read Doug Saunders column about the empty suitcase that is the Harper government policy of everything and finished it wondering if Mr. Saunders is now considered an 'unfriendly' who must be got.
But here's the weird thing.....
I was the only one on my entire train who read any of these things.
Or even read about the latest from Canuckleheadlandia or even the Leo's latest loss at Empire.
How do I know this?
Because I was the only person in the entire car with a newspaper in my hand.