Perhaps not surprisingly, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has no entry for Hugh, who resides in a mysterious part of BC often referred to as “the middle of nowhere”
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"I get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie " The Who In the early evening warmth of summer, in the well-groomed and manicured back yard of an upper crust neighborhood came three young people; two young men and a young woman. To suggest that they were furtive about their entrance may be going too far, at least inasmuch as they seemed to hurry to the gazebo by the lake where they might not be overheard. Yet they cast no wary glances about them. They did not minimize their body language to give hidden watchers the impression that they could be anyone. They were silent while they crossed the cleverly mowed lawn, however, apparently satisfied to wait until they gained the destination to broach the topic of their meeting.
Now let me tell you about The People, as they were when I was a vital young man, that you might see. Let me tell you about my brother from the lands to the south, and the demon that tormented him.
Thus far, we have wandered pellmell through several fabled lands, always within a snapshot of their lengthy histories. Always getting a sample of their people in the midst of events that have been brewing for ages, perhaps repeating endlessly but maybe not, we have explored what must seem like an alternative history. If we are to be of the utmost brevity, the people do not behave as one might expect them to, unless one is indeed a hostile cynic. And yet, although we intend to continue in this vein, there is another history begging to be heard; not for any need of its own, rather it begs to offer a scrap of background in the mosaic we have the honor to present. It does not need us to understand, but we need it, in order to make sense of our hero's admittedly unusual experience.
Quite a few years back, my mother married a guy in Prince George, We’ll call him Ray. You have met Ray many times. He is the older guy, probably a mechanic or a truck driver, probably drunk when you meet him but so comfortable that way that you might not notice at first.
The Trouble with Bernie Dearest Marksmen of Historical Accuracy, Campbell River, it must be noted, is almost as far away from anything as a person can get in North America. It's not as far away as say, Horsefly, or Castlegar, or Duncan, and not nearly as far away as Fair Harbour; yet if we are being honest, which in all honesty we hope very much to be accepted as such, Campbell River is not as close to anything as Vancouver is, certainly light years away from Kelowna's proximity to any and all action, to say nothing of Kamloops and Prince George.
Attendant Worries Over Letting Go On the day that I, a single dad, dropped off my daughter on her first day of preschool, I was close to tears. It takes a lot. Now she is 16, and I had just watched her go off to do her thing with two friends. As they walk away I can only feel an echo of the first preschool day. It's a wordless concern about all of the things that could happen to my girl as she ventures off without me.
Jason, once Captain of the Argo and leader of the Argonauts, now picked at the bamboo bars of his make-shift cage as he was carried along the trail on a pole by two of his taller men. The sun was out, and birds were chirping. Monkeys ranged above him hooting and screeching. The men, once his own, were singing a tawdry old sailors song. He was trapped in a cage, but also imprisoned in a fog of dumb cheer. Doom was straight ahead, and he could not escape it.
People around the world are struggling to come to terms with what appears to be a giant pratfall for mankind. After years of progressive politics, the bugle klaxon to stop and march backwards seems to have been sounded. A new US Presidency looms large over North America, and with it a sense of foreboding is creeping up on us. Questions of individual rights are again central, and we all know that women's rights will be among the first subjects queued up.