Nelson, B.C. is my metropolis, almost a 2-hour drive from my hidey-hole!
Baker Street, the main drag, looks like a down-at-heels chunk of Berkeley, Boulder, or Seattle.
It's plumb full of youthful moochers, and elderly, pony-tailed, time-warped hippies.
A smugger, more fatuous collection of Trudeaupian socialists you will not find!
Appalling. I do my business and get out.
"Nelson, B.C. is my metropolis, almost a 2-hour drive from my hidey-hole!
Baker Street, the main drag, looks like a down-at-heels chunk of Berkeley, Boulder, or Seattle.
It's plumb full of youthful moochers, and elderly, pony-tailed, time-warped hippies.
A smugger, more fatuous collection of Trudeaupian socialists you will not find!
Appalling. I do my business and get out."
Try looking at it from the viewpoint of a tourism enteurpeneur. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Jurassic Park!" Hell, I'd buy a ticket (for a two-hour tour, no more).
Sad that the little village has nothing to memorialize but cowardness.