I had not been back to Port Caledon in many years, ever since the
I took advantage of the trolley to be whisked about the town in style.
My first stop was the Northeast corner of the town, with a charming warehouse and the long-standing Phase 5 Steamworks building.
Next door is Lady Stargazer Graves' farm, followed by Templar Creations (sensibly equipped with a gas bag for a quick getaway - I can't tell you how many times such a provision came in handy).
Across the street is the Marconi Wireless Telegraph Company, equipped with all manner of exciting equipment for wireless communications! I lost myself in the store for a long time.
At the head of the port is Warehouse 13, home to the famed Time Machine. I will admit I have not had the courage to try the machine, having once attempted a similar invention. My attorneys advise me to not go into details, but the machine was not a big success.
By the time I made it to the top, I was out of breath and very tired. I'm sure none of the readers of this Journal have noticed, but I am no longer a young man. I borrowed a glass from the cupboard and poured myself a glass of water. After I quenched my thirst, I decided a short nap was in order, and I lay down on the couch only briefly...