Usually there is a man on the train in the morning who gruffly announces the next station. Today the man was incredibly happy, announcing stations with obvious glee, and announcing the final station with almost a cheer. Whatever happy pills he had been taken, it affected many of the passengers too, who were leaving the train with smiles on their faces. Happiness really is infectious.
Anyway, my brother is here from England, I picked him up from the bus station last night and bought him home for pizza and beer. Today he set out to explore Montreal and ended up spending most of the afternoon in an English pub. No imagination that boy.