Oh, BOBert.

It's pissin' rain in Montreal. I am looking at three pigeons huddled on a window ledge. They look like vultures. Strange birds. Have to wonder why they evolved. Or IF they evolved. Heck, they might even be the same birds that hovered over my prostrate body when I was stranded in the Mohavee/Moheve/Mohjave Sahara Desert. It was just after the uh--so wtf are they doing in Montreal?

The nearest Tim Horton's is at least a three days walk from here--OK, maybe a half hour, but in this driving sandstorm it would SEEM like days--just to get nothing surrounded by dough.