Second Gen (2003-2016, 2016- )
Train to Moncton and in a van back retrieving the folks. Back Sunday. Will this amusement never end?
BTW, things I failed to get a photo of this week:
It was not the kind of place I usually would go but there was not much else in the town. Clean and friendly but a bit worn out. The weirdest thing was the neighbouring unit people who brought out a briquette BBQ and cooked steaks on the second story walkway outside the door of the motel. We had to walk around their BBQ with about nine inches to spare. They had credit though as Mrs. BBQ had told off the drinking guys in rooms 24 to 26 well before things got out of hand. Otherwise all went well. These were the textures of our room for a night:
Seen on Highway 62 at the Belleville strip
OK, I know I have a junior high sense of humour and I hope that someone who reads this in that riding votes for him just to make up for what a big loser I am in posting this. Being both Scots and a lawyer, I am tired of being the butt of stupid infantile moronic jokes and, so, I know I should have more respect, I should be more sensitive. I apologize to the candidate, his supporters, his family, his town, his cat…everybody. But I can’t help it.
…’cause all I want to know really is this…did they chant the last name over and over at the nomination convention?
I’m sure I am not the first to notice this restaurant sign in Cooperstown, NY.
I could yap it up like a Saranac Lake Chamber of Commerce membership nominee. Suffice it to say it is a beautiful town to which we will return.
The view to the south from the fifth floor of the Hotel Saranac.
The view to the west from the same fifth floor of the Hotel Saranac.
My folks are from the Clyde in the west of Scotland and we figure this painting at Owen Sound is a view from a beach across the Clyde to Arran.
I don’t know the artist’s name but suspect it is a scene from the 30s when my parents would have the ages of these kids. I recall being dragged when I was seven in 1970 to the beach along this stretch in August and freezing in the cold Atlantic.
The view at Largs, Scotland – November 1987.
Houses hiding from the 407 north of the Big Smoke
The road. Kingston to Kitchener to Owen Sound to Kingston.
On the way home, we went into Belleville and went to a Ponderosa Steak House. Unbelievably, it was found to be exactly the same as the last one I went into in 1983 in Truro. Home of the thin steak, the cafeteria style ordering, florescent tube lighting and all you can eat salad bar which includes jello as a food group made it entertaining. Plus I was the thinnest, youngest and prettiest man in the place. Macaroni and cheese is a vegetable side dish. I think you can fully comply with yet utterly breach the Aitken’s diet in one meal there. I am so full of MSG, I have to go hunt out that old ventolin puffer I’m sure is around here somewhere.