PLEASANTVILLE TRAIN STATION
Following two air flights, a bus ride and then a train journey, I arrived safe and sound in Pleasantville, NY. Upon exiting the station, it was just a short walk to my friend's place. After arriving at Hobby Street, it should have been a simple matter to walk along until I found number 36. I got to number 32, and the next house was number 40. WTF??? What happened to number 36? I continued my journey, and eventually found it. The sequence of house numbers was as follows, 32, 40, and then 36. Maybe it's a New York thing .
En route to their place I passed by Paulies bar which was featured in my last post, but this time, there was a strange Canuck taking a selfie out front, just to prove to myself that the place existed.
As things worked out, I never did get a look inside and perhaps I'm better off as a result. Mind you, I'm beginning to look like the type of character that might frequent an establishment such as this one. As luck would have it, we ended up instead at Lucy's bar, just down the road from Paulies. I guess I really am getting old, because even though there wasn't any music playing, the decibel level generated from just the voices of others in the bar, had us all wanting to make this a short visit. By the look on Guy's face, it appears that he was enjoying the noise even less than Pauline and I were. It was time to go.
Of course a visit wouldn't be complete without the boneheads. There used to be four of them, but now it's only Devo, Lielu (sp) and Brownie, my personal favourite. They seem to be adjusting to the cooler weather compared to their most recent home in Belize. I think they're happy to be back in the temperate zone. But hey, what do I know?
I had to chuckle when I saw this Dead End sign in conjunction with the Hobby street sign. Considering Guy's synthesis of the volumes of evidence staring us in the face regarding abrupt climate change, and the subsequent dead end that our species is staring at, I thought it was a rather appropriate sign. Gallows humour at its finest.
My pleasant time in Pleasantville went by way too fast, and before I knew it, Guy and Pauline were driving me back to LaGuardia airport, where we said our goodbyes, and I headed to the gate for my journey back to the west coast. For the first time in my entire life, I touched down on Quebec soil, for my connecting flight to Vancouver.
This is the closest I have ever been, and probably ever will be to where my Canadian ancestors settled in the township of Trois-Rivieres way back in the mid 1600's, after a journey from Fecamp, France. There have been plenty of little Marcottes under the bridge as it were, since that time, and I am grateful that the line continued, so that I could have the experience of life on planet earth. It's been quite the journey.
Today is the start of my next house/pet sit, but seeing as I am settling in at the moment, I'll give an update next week as to how it is going.
happy, accepting & grateful,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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