Broken bridges and spans of words
The Montreal newspaper offered more than news, today. Included was a prediction: that someone would win the Stanley Cup, tonight. Thank you for that, “journalist in the thick of things”. This is the middle of June… it’s about time.
Montreal also discovered that another of their bridges is “critical condition”, to quote the minister of Transport. Pretty soon, there’ll be no reason to go over to the South Shore, now will there? In the context where bridges equal bottomless pits into which you shovel taxpayer dollars, maybe it’s time to buy a boat or three. The shipyards need the business.
Over the last couple of afternoons (OK, the five minute period where I wait for the bus to pass), I’ve watched a team of power shovels remove a large building near my office. Two stories high, one lot wide, one city block deep. Now just a memory with some debris. Give credit, when it’s not heritage or government, the work gets done in short order. I’m curious to see what will replace the former dry cleaner cum Indian restaurant cum bicycle store. Won’t be a long wait, if this is an indication of their willpower. I especially admired the guy with the garden hose who was appointed to reducing dust levels while the two monster shovels went whacko.
This site, like many others, keeps counters. The number of visits, the number of posts, the number of rejected spams. From my seat, I’m rather please to note that this is post #2000. Putting that in context, since I’m a daily blogger: if I wrote once a week, it would mark forty years of wandering in my own desert of words.
