Dean's Blog

This isn’t a Calgary Transit blog entry. The only relation to CT this entry has is that when I get off the train at the 8th Street West Station, I have to hold my breath for half a block.

I don’t know what it is, but that particular block of town reeks beyond compare. The sidewalk and walls are covered in black grease, and it smells really bad. I don’t know if it’s just the McDonalds that is there, or the combination of people who are constantly milling about and making shady deals or what, but it seriously needs some power scrubbers, bleach, soap, firehoses, and vaccuum trucks to suck up the sludge. Either that, or some napalm. Very few things make me want to hurl, but the cloud of pungent stench that permeates everything around that block is absolutely vile.