Monday, June 28, 2010
Did that just happen and was it something real, but the answer is always no, no matter how many people there are no matter how many men in armor. No, no, no. Show me your ID. Do you have a criminal record? Did you get any good pictures? Give me your bag. Go home. This is my home. Thanks for keeping it safe. Aren't you from Florida?
The sounds are stronger than the sights. Sirens, angry mobs, chanting, smashing windows, building alarms, helicopters, with a lacing of camera shutters beneath. It really happened but it was nothing real. Business as usual.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Joanne, Adams little ride, took us 1600 kilometers through eastern ontario, quebec, and newbrunswick. She rested and brought us home through maine, new hampshire, vermont and new york. She cracked 200,000 kilometers out east. After we crossed back into canada on our return, her rear left tire tired and we stopped in kingston for a change. after a brief delay, we entered toronto the early evening of Monday. Either because of the cars name, or the reminder of getting on the road with my folks when I was little, Dolly Parton's hit, Jolene, repeated over and over in my head. I'm begging you please don't take my man.
After ocean side and fire lit goodbyes, we packed the van cried a bit and headed westward through the north east back woods of new england. For adventures sake or for pure sociological experience, we hit four states a wall of relentless rainfall and eventually motherland ontario.