Monday, February 4, 2013

The place is Vancouver BC, on the north shore of False Creek.  Home.  The moment is 17:36 PST.

Two major, visible backouts this past weekend, one at the Super Bowl and the other During The Manchester United / Fulham game at Craven Cottage on Saturday.  Get used to it.  As the infrastructure crumbles and the climate worsens, events like these will become the norm.

I am ashamed to be a member of the generation that took the golden promise we were handed, and turned it into the turd that we're about to hand over to our children and grandchildren. 

How lucky I've been to have lived a life of peace and comfort and luxury, but how ignorant to have wallowed in these with no thought to the price the piper might demand.

And still, my fellow beneficiaries flunge ahead on a destructive path.

Out my window, the glory of the developed world is in full view.  From my balcony I can see expensive restaurants, yachts, and a bridge rattling with rush hour traffic.   Then there is the ocean.  Never a benign force, it is, I know, inexorably advancing to claim all this.  Not in my time, but soon.

I'm sorry.