[took this picture (looking across the harbour from Dartmouth to Halifax) minutes after blogging the below: note whitecaps. Incredibly, 9000 people were running a marathon in Halifax today]
Just about to hit the road -- shall blog last night's Halifax show this evening -- through what looks, from our window, like the Great Halifax Wind & Rain Storm of 2005. The wind is positively screaming past our window.
Dave: "Jesus! Look at the rain! It's horizontal!"
Visited the spot of the first ever performance of the poem last night, on the Halifax docks; and lo & behold there was a lone busker there, playing the accordion. Finding we were from Ottawa, she inquired if there were many squeeze-box virtuosos there in the summer, and basically decided then and there she would move her operation West. An eerie repeat of my own busking experience as epic poet on that spot.
Dave: "A suggestion? Let's do the Drive Through at Tim Horton's. Let's not get out of the car."
We are indeed sad to be leaving the Tim-Horton's-rich enviornment of Halifax. We had breakfast at one down the road here in Dartmouth, walking a record four blocks before we found one. Only to discover later on that there is one actually on our block. This is indeed Timmie's Eternal City; Nova Scotia his Papal States. The Dominion Institute may be sponsoring this Tour, but the Tour is sponsoring Tim Horton's rather heavily. (Question at one of the Halifax West shows on Thursday: "How many times have you rolled up the rim?" Answer: "As may are the grains of sand in the Libyan desert . . .")