I was driven here by shuttle car. The KK Sportage is being serviced.
The court always has a lineup at the TH’s.
A table of old local yokels is discussing things.
People of all races can be seen.
I read a couple of poems. Now, I’m reading Lord of the World on the second hand IPad I bought. LotW was written by Robert Hugh Benson. I wonder if any of the literary RC’s I know have read it.
As we were dropped off, we saw that there had been a collision at the intersection on 18th street where there is the Canadian Tire, the BSM parking lot, and the Brandon Cemetery. Three cars were involved in the accident including a taxi. Curiosity caused us to walk toward the intersection to get a better looky-Lou-look. We passed a man and I had sensed he had the seen the accident. Turned out, he was in the taxi. I immediately told him that I hoped he hadn’t been hurt. Someone had run a red light…
Earlier today, I talked to someone living near Lisbon. They have cole slaw in Europe I determined.
A student asked for the translation of tubería. In context, I knew he meant pipes.
Humanity longs to free itself from poverty, from toil, from war — from everything which few escape without degrading themselves.
