Picture this: A bright and warm Vancouver noon hour. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy Broadway sidewalks, I wander aimlessly enjoying the summer air. Strolling through this familiar situation a man on a bike rolls up beside me. “Wanna buy a bike?” he offers. Without fear of stereotyping it can be easily assumed that he is a bum — homeless dude — a spent soul — or whatever the politi-correct term happens to be this week — who cares. “What?” I mumble, shrugging him off. “Wanna buy a bike?” he insists. The Norco he is riding is obviously relatively new, expensive, and — most importantly — stolen. “Uh, no thanks.” I frown. He speeds off, cursing me under his breath no doubt. I wonder if he ever sells it. Mental note: bring a lock next time I go for a ride.

Other ramblings include: Blogger is not publishing right now, hense the delay. Sigh… I’m writing to nothingness.

family.status: as of right now? I am imagining they paused for lunch in Kamloops. That would put them around Merrit right now.