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epilogue
am getting to be a pro at leaving.
woke to the ode and the sun streaming through the pipe house window. sat dazed a bit, then headed to find if there was any remnant of coffee. no would have to head to tim's by stavanger drive which means i had a limited time to act before the headaches start. cleaned up the place a bit, returned robert and jill's books - monday was orangemen's day here so the town hall was closed. headed over to see the capelin again - everyone was outside bruce's, talking to noelle, getting ready for the day.

packed the van nodded to people as if i would be back. headed up to sullivan's loop to see if the swiss couple were up yet. no.

headed back by the school to see if mike was up yet. couldn't tell. passed bruce's did the newfoundland nod and headed out of town.

after the extra large coffee at tim horton's to the airport to check in - learned this from mike - then into town to post the blog and with the intention of having one last breakfast at the bagel.

instead chatted with jim -became a member of the board of directors of the pouch cove foundation, talked about when next time would be - a quick three days in september seem more and more out of the question due to how i'll go through funds between now and then.

went to tell george at the family barber shop that i would send the print in a week or two, told sue that it was safe to go back into the duke again. didn't walk duckworth didn't get a samosa from authur authur. felt that i was running behind as i still had to get gasoline.

headed over to angela's to say good-bye and see how she was doing. chatted with jerry about the auction at the lspu hall it seems that both he and mike made killings and could have made more. thanked jen for all the information about downloading files to a website.

it was here that it hit me. i was leaving. shocked at the amount of gasoline the caravan took only a quarter down and it took $25 to fill it.

thanked kelly at hertz profusely for her help. she remembered me due to my signature. road the escalator up to the departure lounge took an inordinate time to get through security - they had to wipe my plastic cameras for explosives. and i had wrapped them in my clothes.

unlike the states they chatted they wondered what in the x-ray bags but allowed me to touch them to open them without going for their guns and yelling to step away from the table. no forced by rote asking of permission which is about as feeling as "hi welcome to mcdonald's may i take your order?".

sat. sat facing the wal-mart in stavenger drive. and waited. couldn't see out the window so i didn't know when we left newfoundland and labrador airspace, couldn't see the water. i played professional and worked on the website between falling in and out of sleep.

the gate was the old atlantic provinces gate 202 at the end of the terminal opposite u.s. customs. passing the gates to montréal and ottawa - picked up an gazette and la presse.

coming customs was no problem leaving the queue was outside the snaking barriers - to took 30 minutes to get into the u.s. in pearsons - wonder why canada allows this.

it was the u.s. also the immigration officer was a prick, surely speaking lowly in a mechanical voice.
-what were you doing in toronto .
-i wasn't in toronto i was i st. john's
-when did you arrive? how long have you been here? all being asked while not even looking at me.

wanted to pick up some timbits for carol but i was in the u.s. waiting room now no tim's here.

security was better missed the people of middle eastern heritage that used to run the machines saw it as a dig on the u.s. profiling and xenophobia. again chatted while they swabbed the cameras.

in the satellite building had a tea should i pay with us or canadian dollars - if i decided not to head out i would have to go through canadian immigration. kept the green stuff well away paid in canadian.

picked a free globe and post am hoarding. headline in the post how a map made in the u.s. omitted prince edward island - i guess it sank as charlottetown is in floating in the gulf of st. lawrence. they also omitted the yukon territory , misspelled nunavut and called theh province of newfoundland and labrador - newfoundland.

plane was 90 minutes late in leaving rain and waiting a person trying to get through customs.

i would be heading up the torbay road at this time deciding if i should run into bruce's for a snack.