New blog person trudges to work, tries to write about it and avoid cliches

Another one of those Vancouver mornings where a.m. blue sky and weak p.m. starlight the day before gives way to slate gray skies and weak drizzle. People march across bridges clutching travel mugs full of cheap coffee looking miserable. Lady on the bus today, expensive suit, unopened paperback clutched in her lap, simultaneously scowling and fighting back tears. Office drone sits in traffic in a shiny rain-repellent SUV with Pink Floyd blasting through open windows, checks his hair plugs, scratches himself and sets the controls for the heart of the sun. I liked the older trolley buses where you were a little bit above the traffic and couldn’t see into the cars.

Another morning commute spent resisting the temptation to get everyone on the bus to join in a rousing rendition of Whistle While You Work. I get to count myself as a member of this-blessed-plod, these proud few, these happy few, this band of brothers (and sisters).

Today’s Music so far:
Tom Waits: Low Down
TV on the Radio: Blues from Down Here
Coleman Hawkins: Picasso
Clap Your Hands: Some Loud Thunder