September 2nd, and the first day of school in Toronto. The sky grew dark and stormy, and for a brief time the rain came down in torrents. Our little moose rain gauge got a bit damp. At the time I was travelling home on the bus, and our driver unexpectedly announced that this would be a short-turn bus which would not go to the furthest end of the route. Mine was the last stop before everyone was unceremoniously dumped. For me it meant the usual walk for a hundred meters before I got home; I felt bad for anyone walking the kilometre or more that was missed, or who had to wait in the rain for the next bus.