Do You Still Have the Place On Saturn?

Struck as a good question. Une bonne question.  Somebody asked States at work.  You get wrapped up in it.  We do, and we’re hanging on to that place on Saturn despite the cost.  Despite the long ferry ride.  Takes most of a decade to get there, but no matter.

We like Saturn.  It’s super quiet and there’s nobody around to bother you if that’s what you want.  There’s a lot of rain in the winter but that’s no surprise.  It’s helium rain which makes your voice go kind of funny so that’ s different.  Singing in the helium rain.

There’s a store on Saturn, a couple actually, but it takes years to get there so we don’t bother much.  Some people find it a bit inconvenient.  We pack for a long vacation because there’s no choice.  It can be tough to get the time off but we work it out.

We wouldn’t dream of selling Saturn.  Even if we wanted to buyers can be hard to find.  A lot of people don’t like the commute and it’s true, ferry rates have gone way up the last few years.  Some people talk about building a bridge but that’ll never happen.  It’d be too expensive.

Saturn courtesy NASA
Saturn courtesy NASA

I think this shot was taken on a Tuesday night.  We were finally getting back to our Saturn home.

Always a lot of dusting and cobwebbing to do first getting in.  That’s okay because once you’re there time kind of stretches out.  No big rush to get on with your projects if you don’t especially feel like it.  A year’s nearly 30 years long.  You can waste time like anything and still have plenty left.  People on Saturn tend to be in for the long haul.

Yrs in the rain.

World Class Vinyl

How do I get onto the world stage?  This was on my mind.  I opened the envelope and saw it’s just another cancellation notice.  Dead air.  I thought maybe this one might be different.  I had expectations.  I remained optimistic.

What does it take to send someone over the edge?  I don’t know.  Let’s try it.  Let’s see if this dog can fly.  We do this even though we already know the answer.  Of course not.  It’s not a real dog.  It’s Pluto, the pajama bag dog.  I wish my pajama bag dog was still around.

I sure could use a hundred grand. You’ve got A and lots of B but you can’t quite find the rest of C.  Therefore, in this world, there’s no hope of getting to the big prize.  And you do. You wonder.  Nobody wonders why anymore.  The answer’s in the question.

Why anything?  Why?  Easy.  You didn’t win.  You weren’t even in the running.  You shake your head and what are you doing?  Shake shake.  That something positive might come of such pain and suffering.  The cost.  Thing’s going up.  It’s tragic.  And it doesn’t matter now.  But that isn’t really true.

There’s something you don’t understand.  Of course there is.  “Records” are making a comeback.  Reborn hard you might even say.  I couldn’t believe the crowd.  I couldn’t get near the platters.  There are a heck of a lot of fine humans of all ages really, really interested in the possibilities of 33 and a 3rd.

I was, or I mean, or I should expect to say, awesome.  But I’m not going to do that.  The incredibly surprising thing is I find the vinyl album I’ve been looking for.  And that search had gone on.

So it was a lesson.  Something goes right for a change.  Don’t give up.  Keep going.  It can still happen.  Especially true.  I was on my way out with a worthy substitute but saw this side table and a couple of old milk crates, bless them, full of albums.

I flick the first one back, as in the time-honoured custom, so much in evidence this fine afternoon, flicking through the albums, and here she is.  $10 by donation.  CITR.  Exultant.

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Gordon Heselton Veteran Page

GWHRight again.  Thought I knew that.  Never volunteer for anything.  It’s a good idea.  And you don’t.  Or try not to.  And you work on that for a few days but then you succumb.  You’re ready to  get it on.  You enlisted.

It’s  1941.  You don’t care.  You’re living on East 21st Avenue and it’s time.  If you look like a clown in a circus it doesn’t matter.  There’s something important here.

427 Squadron RCAF.  Of course it is.  Take your pick.  Emden.  Hanover.  Berlin.  Stuttgart.  The whole smozzle.  Fly your kite and expect to get through.  It’s 1943 and these Officer types have enlisted you.  Pilot Officer.  You got through.

For some reason, and for years, you yourself think about it. They Gazetted you a DFC and Christmas wasn’t even here yet.  And you’re still wondering, who the heck was it?  Bit of a mystery there.  Bit of a genius up there in the ‘tumbling mirth’.  Stupid expression.  That much is obvious.  They don’t hand these DFC things out on street corners.  You were less than modest.  You had to be drawn out.

You made it.  That’s the big thing.  30 big ones and thank you very much.  Combat flying.  I hate that word “combat”.  It was sort of like how the Americans talked.  Great flyers and very brave.

Anyway, I came back home and they buried me in Burnaby with by beloved War Bride. Good place to have them do that for you.  Love Burnaby.  Served us well sixty-six years.  Okay , maybe a few less.  It’s  our children.  And our children’s children.

Thanks for flying Heselton bombers.  We’ll get you to where you’re going and get you back.  It’s what we do.  We’re good and we’re lucky, but most importantly good.  And lucky. We always fly high.  If there’s one thing the Heselton bomber would like to do it’s fly higher!

Lets get in the clouds together!

2014 Heselton update.  Veterans hospital Burnaby aetat. 94

 

Heselton Family 1942
Heselton Family 1942

Things were fuzzier then, but let’s not forget.