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A bus at the new Silo terminal, Davis. Sepia micron pen 05 with some watercolour there.
Today is Guy Fawkes Night in Britain, but I live in America where nobody knows who that is (in terms we all now understand, he was just a washed up terrorist who targeted his own country – gunpowdergate, I think it was called – and British kids now pal around with effigies of him while holding fundraisers before burning them on the bonfire while holding sparklers, it’s quite fun). Over here, the Fifth of November will always be remembered as the day after President Obama was elected, and that’s a proud proud moment in history (and much more worthy of memory than the exploits of Fawkes and his gang).
And now we can hopefully also forget Joe the Plumber (although I believe it was Bob the Builder who first said, “Can we fix it? Yes we can.”).
Congratulations, USA; and above all, thank you!