Super

Remember?

First, mom’s flight out of Moncton is cancelled and she is forced to drive overnight (4 hours in weather) to Halifax to make the pool in Orlando.  Then the second consultant’s flight is delayed 4 hours, the snow beginning to fall just as the first one arrived, as you impatiently refreshed flightaware.  The playlist failed to load, and so it was back to the oxymoronic mellow classic rock.  Take it to the limit, one more time.  Then a slow slide across the two lane highway toward the ditch, until a miraculous stop one metre away from CAA and the most annoying of endings.

But the spin paused just short.  On the precipice.  Hazard lights.  Two transport trucks passed on the inside lane.  Reverse.  And an easy call to stop, for the second time in your life, to seek shelter from an unanticipated storm in Truro.  Nature’s Way.  Not the Motel 6 or the Hotel 7, but the Super 8.  If there was a mini-bar, I would be taking advantage, but save that deserved scotch for Friday.  When you have driven safely there and back again.

Oh, for fine margins.  One more rehearsal of the Immortal, before the resting for the journey ahead.  As you dream of cabaret and mirrored rooms in Paris post-United?  Do you still have that do not disturb sign, to place alongside the Luxor’s?  What a go-ahead, as our man would say.  If this farm gets built, it will be days and nights like these that live long in the memory...