On the final leg of homewardboundness, the traffic lights at McLeod (THE main route into Calgary from the south) and Heritage, which is a fairly major intersection, were out (they were working when I left); felt terribly sorry for the two cops directing traffic while a repair crew tried to get things running ... the Calgary Police Service uniform is head-to-toe black (one of 'em was a motorcycle cop, weaing the big black knee-high boots as well, poor thing) and it's +30C out there today. There isn't a speck of shade in that intersection and only a couple of bits of white fluff in the sky. Plus it's the first day of a long weekend, so there's double the usual number of Saturday idiots driving in the city. Hope the lights are fixed before one of 'em gets sunstroke.
I think I need some ice cream now.