Go Bananas

On my train ride back to Vancouver, I met an incredibly charismatic old gentleman from England named Martin. He wore an olive-coloured fedora, and came all the way from Seattle for swing dancing. We offered a ride to his hotel in Mr. Wellington, during which he shared his recent break up with his lady friend. He said, he came to think, and a journey would do him good. We listened to Frank Sinatra, and cheered him up with funny stories. I love his honesty, and truly hope he’s doing great. 

Everything’s okay.