When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I remember my grandmother taking my brother and me all over Vancouver to check out cool shit (unfortunately, my sister was excluded from these activities and I regret that). At the time, BC Hydro was running the electric busses all over the city and we rode the hell out of them. They were the obalong units that smelled of grease, incandescent light bulbs, and burning metal (I’m assuming the electric busses were old when I was on them). The bus drivers were the coolest people on the road. My kindergarten mind marveled at how they kept these metal beasts on the road. I suspect it was manual steering so the drivers had to horse the massive wheel this way and that. The sound of air brakes popping off added to the mechanistic marvel. Holy shit, when the overhead arms jumped the wires, I was impressed how the driver donned gloves, hopped out and realigned the overhead poles. And if there were some weirdos on the bus, if my grandmother didn’t tear a strip off them, the driver would deal with the rude boys. My granny kept my brother and I firmly at the front of the bus — the weirdos remained at the back of the bus. Even back in the 1970s, East Hastings, Granville Street and Drake Street were down and dirty. Stanley Park was always awesome. My bus driver adoration cooled off when I saw drivers be nasty to passengers who were running after the bus (slow the bus down to let them catch up, slam the doors on them, and roll off).
OUR PAVILION’S NOW ONLINE — WITH BUGS HATCHING!
If you can view this document using WordPress’ embedded PDF viewer, that’s dandy (I tried exporting it from Google Drawing… to jpeg and png. It was a pixelated mess. WordPress won’t show SVG files).
Yesterday, we had a sunny day… and we heard the hum of hatching flying insects. Including cluster flies and blackflies. The bug screens were installed just in time for us JUICY homeowners.
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