I'll be riding the MS 150 for the sixth year in a row next month (provided my nose recovers from the septoplasty I had yesterday). Y'all have been very generous in the past with donations, If any of you would like to donate again, link is here. Thanks again!
16 thoughts on “May 2, 2017: 150 Miles”
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The new Colin Stetson album may be his best yet.
What was your opinion on "Vol. 3"?
Too many distractions. Took away from some of the things that made him so unique and special to me.
Then I'm excited about your recommendation, because yes.
Except the (sub)title track from Vol. 3: which is pretty spectacular.
Haven't heard his new one yet, but my favorite is Never Were the Way She Was, his collaboration with Sarah Neufeld. It's spectacular.
I am fond of that one.
Happy news: Yesterday I left my handknit hat and a pair of leather gloves on the bus. (No, that's not the happy part.) I realized it about 30 seconds after I'd disembarked, but the light was green and the bus was too far to chase.
Today I paid a visit to Metrotransit's lost and found and got my hat and gloves back. (Bonus: the facility is within walking distance of my job.)
I did feel a bit bad for the lost customers, though.
Wouldn't that be for the relatives of the customer?
You could see the lost customers behind the large glass windows. They peered out forlornly from cubbies where they’d been organized by their size, the color of their outerwear, and their arrival date.
No, it's for retrieval of the relations of the customer, right? Are you sure they weren't aunties and uncles?
Ooooh, you're totally right. It was definitely aunties, uncles, cousins, and the like.
Aww, man. I had the same thing happen with a pair of binoculars... actually tried running after the bus to no avail.
The bins never showed up in L&F.
I once left a tablet in a rental car. I called about 90 minutes after I did so. Somehow they couldn't find it...
At the end of the day, I nearly missed my bus, but I sprinted and I caught it. The bus was crowded, but after a few minutes a guy offered me his seat and I was able to read my book. This is possibly the luckiest Metro Transit day of my entire life.
MAssholes.