Can you hear the drums, Fernando?

"New York Misery Deafening", reads the sports section headline of this morning's Seattle Post and Intelligencer. Other than the game, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the trip?

Excellent, actually. Arrived in time for Fremont Oktoberfest, and though the tasting steins provided would surely be unconstitutional in Germany, the laughter over the Bitberger was memory enough. Guinness, and then some of America's cocktail at the tailgate, made the sadness of the spectacle fade - although a 35 to 3 halftime score was a worsecase scenario beyond even the wildest imaginings.

And only the briefest talk of travel, as this protagonist is almost surely Halifax-based for the next few years. But who knows what could happen. A stunningly beautiful day in Vancouver. Since I first came for a quick visit in 2004, then again for the coupe Grey in November 2005, its typically wet sky has never shed a drop of rain on me.

Driving in early this morning, what else to wish but to be able to keep driving - and have money enough in the bank to allow a more permanent lifestyle on the road. And yet the total of the cross-country flight, taxes in, is 23.50. Thus far, it has to be said, we have done well. Learning to love life through non-verbal instruction.

Homeward bound. Remember this little phone booth. No doubt you will be back. Headed where, and with who, those are the questions.