There are days when the isolation and low pay make the small town journalist's lot an unhappy one. But there are also days like today, where I get to meet interesting folk I would never have access to otherwise. This afternoon I got to interview a young guy who is headed for Afghanistan as part of the Princess Patricia's Regiment. Then I talked to a bunch of Americans up here on a bus tour to buy cheap prescription drugs. To my complete surprise, most of them are quite anti-Bush, anti-war and excellent cats all around. I also met the reporter for the local CBS affiliate, who came up with the seniors. She got my immediate respect because she carries the tripod, shoots and edits the footage when she gets back to the States, as well as reporting.
But I also talked to a senior who is convinced George Bush is the best thing ever to happen to the States. She insisted the weapons of mass destruction are there, we just haven't found them yet. I met her right after I met another Yank, who had just called Dubya a jackass and said "people from the States believe anything they see on TV." So I guess it just goes to show you can't lump all the Americans into one category, at least not the ones from Washington state.
Nutty afternoon of cross border shenanignas...