F 1 D 0 -- 02 05 15 at 20 30 Rainbows. If you want to see more rainbows, then you have to spend more time in the rain, hoping for sun to come out. I've seen a few rainbows in the last week. Today I got one, about an hour ago. So, perhaps I'll start at the beginning. I've been a potato all day. I got up early, and took Ann to the university for an all-day Chairman's Retreat Meeting. But they are not called chairman, they are called "chairs". So I was back home by 9am, and still very ready for bed. I didn't really start until almost 11am. I forget exactly what transpired. But I got to see Cider House Rules, or parts of it, once again. I saw a few bits of Law and Order. And some Murder She Wrote, with guest star Patrick McGoohan as a pompous lawyer. I found my way downstairs to do email, and waste more time on Age of Empires, the demo version. I don't seem to tire of that. I made some coffee up, and thought about what might be handy for dinner time, so I started ten potatoes, quartered them, and boiled them. Lori Fox Rossi, the photographer came over with the prints from Ann's last session. The two difficult paintings indeed resisted getting their pictures taken properly. We asked them not to make faces but they persisted. Offered them treats, said nice things. Still they insisted. They kept reflecting. But the others were well behaved, and sat still during the pictures. When Lori came in, the first thing she noticed was the Korg Trinity keyboard. She had a song running around in her head. She played it for me, and it sounded so very much like Swanee River. "Close," she says. Visit http://www.tbaytel.net/artist/ Did you know that Swanee River is the National, no State song for Florida? Thank Steven Foster. I prefer Hard Times Come Again No More. That was a favourite at our song circle thing. We'd meet on friday nights at someone's home and sing loud and hard. Maybe 40 of us, crammed into a small place. It was amazing. Oops, I've taken a tangent again. Ann was hoping to meet with Lori, see the pictures and thank her (pay her) for her work. But the weather was nice, and she wanted to walk home instead of getting a ride. So she walked. I was starting to feel the need to be active myself, so when she came it, we changed roles. I got myself geared up for a long bike ride to West Fort William. Oh, the reason was very sound, of course. I wanted to go to the Bulk Zone store, and get cat food for Shadow. And they are open until 7pm. There is a store about six blocks from here, at Memorial near High Street. But alas, no cat food in that one. As nice as the weather was, for some reason it got dark as I started getting serious about bicycling. I was waffling a bit, actually. "Drive? Cycle? Drive? Cycle?..." going through my mind during this. As it got darker and threatened rain, Drive seemed to be more sensible. So of course I took the bike. As soon as I started along Crown St to High St, it got a little wet. Just a little. I decided I didn't want to get cold, so along High Street I pedalled hard. It is all downhill, so pedalling in the highest gear makes it so I can keep up with traffic. I made a right along Memorial Avenue. Most of the cyclists in this town use the sidewalk, and I don't blame them. These are not Toronto Drivers, but they do rate way up there in how they appreciate us cyclists. I stopped using the sidewalk a few weeks ago, or more. Everything was fine, I guess, until I got to a laneway protected by both a fence and a hedge. I was going toward the lake on John Street, and out of nowhere a car is plummeting toward me. I have a system for emergency stops. It really hurts my testicles, but I lift the bike and point my ass-end toward the emergency. I get one or two turns of the pedal, but I'm just not well enough balanced to do a U-turn like that and survive, so I end up falling off the bike, balls into the frame, but survive the crash that didn't happen. Then there is a long moment where the driver and their seeing eye dog fail to notice anything. Then they see me. "Oh my god are you alright. You go first! Go! Go!" But no, I'm shy about you in this car. And your seeing eye dog too. I've always liked how I'm supposed to get the nerve to walk back in front of someone who has just tried to hurt me by finding me transparent. Anyway, I did go. But since that incident, I avoid riding on sidewalks. I'm just not visible enough for the many lanes and driveways along the trip. So this time around, I'm on Memorial Avenue, going southbound. This is a very wide street. It has two wide lanes in each direction with a wide left turn centre lane. That is the good news. All of this space encourages vehicles to go fast around a slow bike. Lucky for me it is starting to rain, and rush hour has brought more traffic than even Memorial can handle. As my bike and I proceed south, eventually we cross the train tracks and the Neebing McKellar Floodway. Uh, that's the river. Sorta. Now I'm on May Street. With a change in town comes a change in name. Also the character of the journey changes. As I left Port Arthur and neared the river, there were suburban things, like the big cinema complex. Now all of a sudden, we have a very wide roadway with small older homes and business buildings from a few years ago. It may only be across the river, but the personality is all different. Welcome to Fort William. This is an older town, and it so it looks different. Urban decay exists in both towns. In Port Arthur, I see buildings getting knocked down and becoming parking lots. In Fort William, the building remains vacant, and eventually someone will write on it, or break a window. I go there frequently to see the trains. Oh, we have trains here too! But in Fort William, the warehouses have their back to the tracks, and this wonderful old town feeling surrounds me. Did I tell you that Fort William has a subway? Well, it does. It has a pedestrian walkway which runs under the tracks. Pedestrians seem to rarely use it. There are signs on either side of it saying bicycles are forbidden there. Of course, we are the ones who use it primarily. When you surface, the first thing seen is a Boys and Girls club, white with blue icons. And so now we are on the East Side. The Bad Side of the Tracks. And to be sure, there are a few things to suggest that may be true. There are perhaps 10 homes in this 500 home community with broken down cars in their front yard. And there are a couple with garbage and furniture intermixed, all protected by a dog. But for the most part, the East Side is marked by big homes, big streets, families, children playing and bike riding. There are these big churches visible. And a foreign legion community hall. And more. It is a nice place where property prices are low. Oh, I've digressed once again. So I'm riding along May Street. That gets all urban, and has a few chinese food places, and eventually, we get to The End. Arthur Street. On that corner is a Robin's Donuts, one of many. May Street ends a block later, and here we are at Syndicate. I'm not sure if Syndicate is a Street or a Road. I just realized something. My daughter, Cindy, spells her name this way: Syndi. I should write to her, and call her Syndicate, and just see her reaction, good or bad. Even if she threw something at me, it would be worth it. Ok, I've done my homework. www.mapquest.com says that it is an Avenue. That it is an Avenue North, and an Avenue South. Syndicate is a lonely lumpy road. It runs next to the tracks, of course, but doesn't have too much in the way of your view. It has Cronos Cafe, and a few homes, but is not very remarkable. There is a nice building for sale there. I'm not sure how to get to it. It is on the other side of the tracks, and I don't see streets which go there. I'll check it out. Perhaps something goes over the tracks somehow. The building is four or five storeys, and has that wonderful train station or train hotel look to it. What is drawing me close to these old brick buildings this way? Is it a love for the good old days I didn't experience? I hear they weren't that good, even when they were not exactly old yet. The river turns, so the trains turn, and the road ends. So now I find myself on Francis Street. This is a residential street. It looks very calm, very suburban, very tame. This is another street where children can be seen playing in the street. You hear, "Hey Kid! Kid! Yeah, you! What's your name? I'm Tommy. Can you come out later?" I followed this street of homes until Ford Street. I took this only a few blocks until Frederica, the main street of West Fort. After I spent enough time and money buying cat food, I took the same route back home. But now the rain was more serious. When I got to the Robin's Donuts mentioned above, the sun came out. It was still raining hard, but there was also a lot of sunshine. Rainbow Time. I must have spent half an hour just getting wet, watching the rainbow. The south end stopped in Rosslyn, and the north end went into the lake somewhere. I guess that is all just conjecture, as rainbows move when you approach them. But still, that is where the ends seemed to be. If there were pots of gold, I'd find them. Eventually I got home. It was 815pm, and still bright out. That's all I know.