The bus drivers have been out now for six weeks. They have a legitimate grievance, but the north is being held at ransom.
Last week I had a four hour drive to a train station, but early this morning it was forty-five minutes and as you can see, it snowed over night.
My sister came up to visit with me - her first time in the north. Sisters are great and I have two. We have a common history - "Do you remember when?". We remember different things, and then we try to piece it all together. Somewhere in the middle of all that there lies the truth.
No comments:
Post a Comment