Tales of a 21st Century GypsyJune 12, 2006. BusFusion I left my sister’s to head into Canada, knowing I wouldn’t be back in the US for several months. Since my decision to move back to my house, work options had materialized, and I was heading to Mongolia right after BusFusion. I’d had dreams of getting to the Bay of Fundy, Newfoundland, St. Pierre et Miquelon, and Labrador for ages. So after Mongolia I had plans to head east across Canada, as far as I could go. Canada isn’t very different from the US, but still it felt strange to know I wouldn’t be in my own country – back home - for months. |
BusFusion was good. The weather was awful, cold and raining. But the people were warm and welcoming. When it got too miserable we put on the heat in our vans and retired inside to chatter in crowded warmth. Almonte, where BusFusion is held, is an old mill town on the other Mississippi River, a rushing torrent that once powered the manufacture of textiles. BusFusion is held in conjunction with another event, ArtsFusion. So the whole town was in a pleasant state of festival, despite the dripping trees and gleaming sidewalks. |
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Poor Greg, his red bus Pushed it in the shed, From his own workshop Greg slid underneath And in a few hours The shed was empty |
I didn't win much For Vanagon parts In town, in Almonte In the rain they ran, Still, the townspeople |
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I don't know who took my camera to snap this picture! That's me on the left, then Frank Condelli, then Benoit Huot, better known in the vanagon community as Benny Boy. He wasn't awake. |