When you reserved the Community Room for tonight, he gave the guy a call. Then they reserved it for last Friday so they could get in ahead of you.”�...�Dammit, I should have known,” Cal growled. “It was that goddam Ross!”The large woman snapped her head in Cal’s direction.“It was Jack Ross. We thought it was okay,” she pleaded.“And it was,” Roxie was quick to add. “Look, take these Tucker Buttons and pass them out. That will help even things out.”Roxie poured the two dozen or so buttons into a bag. Once a leading flagship of the modern era, a lighted beacon for the wonders that lay ahead, now it was just another piece of what people liked to call urban decay.The station was filthy, with cracked masonry, dirt, and grime of millions who passed through over the years. The apathetic neglect of management was more than obvious.But then, it was they who were forced to run a money-losing business whether they liked it or not. Their apathy was predictable.In her filth, the grand dame of the rails. “Persona is my favorite of his,” she says. “Anyway, it has a scene in it that I often tell friends about...it’s very sexually charged. But there isn’t any nudity.”“All tension?”“In a way, yes,” she says. “Would you like to see?” She points to the tv.I nod my head. “Wait, is this ok, I mean, what about Tanya?”“Oh goodness...don’t worry about that,” she says. “Tanya is a pansexual goddess who cannot get embarrassed...As long as we’re respectful...Let me cast this from my phone.”The clip is on. A couple of extra hours flying time to the various plants was a small price to pay for the pleasure of living on the West Coast. Or, as we referred to it at this time of year, the "Wet Coast."My apartment was on the south-west edge of Stanley Park, not far from the beach at English Bay and only three blocks from the park. I could ride my bike or walk or jog my way around the seawall on a moment's notice. I hardly needed my car during the week. The office was less than a mile away, and a brisk.