I am playing with bicycles these days, aiming to add bicycle recycler to
my résumé. Down an alley where mechanics are discussed and plans
are made the patients roll in on dignity. No matter what they’ve been
through, no matter what they look like – each one – an ode to peaceful
ingenuity, uncomplicated joy.

I came upon this woman and my first thought was – ” tin foil hat “.
Some kids at MIT who were conducting a study of Aluminum Foil
Deflectors have reached the startling conclusion that tin foil on one’s
head actually AMPLIFY certain frequency bands allocated to the
U.S. government used primarily for global positioning. She probably
has no idea …

” Ooooooo- fashion “.

Unmatched socks and weekday afternoons given to drifting through
group ruminations slip under the radar. ” Who knows? ” one will say,
eyebrows dancing, ” Who ever knows anything for sure? ” …

Dogs with tennis balls in their mouths leave all that wonderment to us.
Rabbit holes are not metaphors, they either have rabbits in them or
they don’t. A hall of mirrors makes as much sense as anyplace else if
you have a bowl of kibble, somewhere to lie down and other dogs to
hang out with.  And what the heck is wrong with that? I’d like to know.

Dogs will be dogs but we want to know how and why. We play a game of
fetch as though it can be mapped and won but photons reveal such
certainty is not available. We run around connecting the dots and the
dots rearrange themselves, especially where we least expect to find them,
as though they knew we were coming.

Highway 11, the world’s longest road, heads North.

Yesterday this was the Huron trail -
Simcoe took it and broke country.

Kanata … O Canada, the Huron word for village.

Military Road – and the world changed quickly.

Settlement … unsettlement … resettlement.

Penetanguishene Road, push North to Georgian Bay.

Middle Cross Road, Muskoka Road,

cross the Canadian Shield into the interior.

Early colonization road, National Historic Site.

Sam the Record Man, Hockey Hall of Fame …