Where have all the flowers gone?
August 1st 2007 San Francisco lay at the end of a 23 hour stint on the Greyhound from Vancouver like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I don't use the rainbow metaphor loosely - the Greyhound's reputation of being patronised by a wonderfully broad spectrum of people is richly deserved. It seemed as though every racial, political, cultural and sexual minority was represented on that one bus. It was the s
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