Neanderpundit

but I saw a PBV Catalina ( I assume it was a PBV and not a PBY since it was in Canada, which would, I think, make it an OA-10)

Man, it was pretty. I saw it on the ground in the Kincardine airport, and in the air over Owen Sound. There was also a DeHavilland Beaver flying around. A tight DHC-2 Beaver is a half million bucks, I have no idea what the PBV costs or costs to operate- an 18 ton (empty!) aircraft with two 14 cylinder pratt-whitney radials?

Someone still has some money.

Is they are the walkingest bunch of motherfuckers you ever saw.

Sure, we got people who walk or ride their bikes in the states, but outside of obvious hippie enclaves, the only reason anyone walks is too many DUI’s. In Canuckistan, people with perfectly good cars, who are not obviously broke or poor, will walk to a store and buy stuff, or walk to a friend’s house to visit.

Freaky.

Lots of skinny people, possibly as a result of this, possibly some meth use thrown in there by the appearance of teeth.

My brotherinlaw’s next door neighbor is moving from his childhood home and residence of some 60 years. It pisses him off because he won’t be able to walk to his hockey games, he’s creeping up on 65 and still plays hockey 5 days a week.

I sduppose if I could hunt for aq couple hours a day I would, so I guess that’s not all that strange. Still, hockey! goofball.

Yesterday, 700 miles home from the frozen tundra of Canuckistan (actually, it was perfect weather every day) including three distinct and fierce thunderstorms, a cordial and decent US guard who waved us through with no incident, and a minimal amount of road construction.

Unpack the truck, pack the truck, and get a decent night’s sleep in my own bed.

A couple hours at the office to catch up on some mail, and then a 7 hour drive to rural Missou.

I’m beat. The hotel looks out on a horizon of limestone escarpments and rolling hills, the expressway roars below, sometimes drowning out the squeals of the kids in the hotel’s pool.

I can see a storm building off in the distance. Don’t know if it will come here, or swing to the south and ignore me. There’s a walk outside the room so I can’t leave the window open to enjoy the storm in any event.

Wife picked up the beagle atg the kennel today, I miss the little fart. I know it was tough on him being at the kennel when the storms went through, last couple of days. Hope he’s less upset now.

I’ll be pleased to be getting home when I do. I hope the job tomorrow goes well and quickly.