My punctuality habit shows no sign of abating. Afraid I might miss yesterday's 1:20PM ferry, I left the house early enough to find myself on the 11:20AM. Now five hours ahead of schedule, I stopped into Gibsons for a tour of the shops.

First up was the Gypsy Cove, where I purchased four magic lantern slides ($5 each), a January 9, 1968 issue of Look Magazine ($15) and a 2.5"x4" photo of a late 19th century English Bay ($2). From there, a couple of craft co-ops for soaps and a very odd Hwy 101 mug produced by bcallahan36@uniserve.com.

Giddy with my purchases, I crossed the street to the Salvation Army in search of a good driving tape. I thought I found one in David Bowie's Station to Station (1976), but the cassette, no doubt issued at the time of the album's release, began slowing during the first of the "It's too late"s, giving out altogether after the second bar of the next track, "Golden Years".

STATION TO STATION
(David Bowie)

The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in my room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stays

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
I got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european canon is here

I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european canon is here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european canon is here,
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late

The european canon is here,
And yes it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late

The european canon is here,
And yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The european canon is here,

The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stays