The title of Charlottetown blogger Peter Rukavina's blog post "I remember the day the bus exploded right in front of the fire eater and her amazing magical cat...". He recounts how he just managed to bear witness, not least via his Twitter account, to the background of the incident described in the blog post's title.
The whole story is fantastic.
Despite myself I was always a fan of the Road to Avonlea television series. It was hokey, and not even shot on Prince Edward Island, but it was also endearing and provided a useful lens through which to look at life in contemporary Prince Edward Island.
The archetypal episode would involve some interesting character from away arriving in the village of Avonlea, with hijinks ensuing.
A long-lost huckster cousin of Aunt Heddy would show up and talk Jasper out of his inheritance.
Or a rough-looking carnie would arrive on the train from Charlottetown only to run into Olivia and sweep her off her feet.
(When I think of developer Richard Homburg and his arrival in Charlottetown as a billionaire saviour I tend to think about it in Road to Avonlea terms; it’s far more entertaining).
And so it came to pass that yesterday, while popping down the street for a quick lunch before heading to the dentist, I spied an intriguing character walking down Queen Street: an eclectically dressed woman walking a cat on a leash and carrying a well-worn hula hoop on her shoulder.
The whole story is fantastic.