“Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion”
~ Scottish proverb

It is a thing of great beauty to arrive at Yonge & Bloor hearing the bless-ed caterwaul that brought terror to the Roman heart rising high above the dread drone of traffic and incessant regooding just north of here … it stirs a vivid hope in me. I mean the sturdy sort of hope that holds up under heavy weather and lasts awhile without fresh reason. I suppose we might call that sort faith under duress whereas on an easy sunny afternoon with a full belly and something constructive to do, faith is considerably easier to muster.

It would be good to see a polished oil-driven Triumph get a ticket more
often, I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride my bike. I like to ride my
bicycle, I like to ride it where I like …

” …tic, toc, …” go the clocks.