When it pulled to a stop, and we boarded, we noticed that the driver was wearing a Chicago Blackhawks jersey. This at a time when store clerks throughout the city are proudly donning Vancouver Canucks jerseys, cars are flying Canucks pennants, most buses are flashing signs that read "Go Canucks Go", and many fans have the Canucks logo tattooed on various parts of their anatomies. (Don't ask.)
"Uh"--we hesitantly said--"is a Chicago shirt a wise fashion statement in Vancouver at this time?"
"Chicago," he warbled, "Chicago, a hell of a town. The Bronx is up, the Battery's down."
"I think," we said, "that's New York."
"Okay, then, how's this: 'My kinda town, Chicago is'." Several Sinatra fans applauded.
We worried about what might happen if, at the end of his shift, the driver ventured into a sports bar filled with Canucks fans while still wearing his Blackhawks jersey.
We found out the next day, when we saw him in the ER, wearing this sign: "Sorry--Not in Service."
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