2014 is nearly here and there's an uneasy truce between the blocks. We stare at the Marriott and they stare at us, waiting. At Midnight, as Calgary's famous bell tower rings in the New Year, we'll launch the first salvo of rockets and move in. Let the dice fall where they may.
|View of the Blocks from the Redoubt|
Meanwhile, revelers throng Stephen Avenue, full of New Year's spirit. Some of them are wearing white wedding dresses and I asked them if they were getting married. "Nah, we're going to a RAVE!" they said, "We're like, the new hippies!" Hunh, that explains it, I thought quietly, as taunts rang out from the mid-level floors of the enemy Marriott. Well, you might be laughing now, Marriott, but just you wait till Midnight.
Speaking of the New Year, let's hope 2014 is better than 2013. Maybe Hillary Clinton and Piers Morgan will finally be brought to justice. You never know, a miracle might happen and an economy that's based on debt might even find itself solvent, along with Detroit, and wise people will decide that LGBT gender advocacy isn't the defining civil rights issue of our generation.
I wouldn't bet on any of those things, but I would on Putin; I'll wager his star will continue to rise along with Russian investment in gold.
Have a blessed New Year,