One of the rules I try to enforce in our household is to not have anything on the floor where someone – mostly likely, me – might trip over it at night, when the lights are out. Makes sense, right? I have tried to apply that idea to my sidewalk and walkways. No unnecessary debris, such as branches. It is obvious, however, that not everyone shares my zeal.
I may have told this story before, but, years later, it still irritates me. Continue reading The Blind Person Rule
I don’t want to say that everyone we saw in Canada was nicer than the folks in the United States. A couple of the folks at the first hotel were, let’s say, indifferent. And the very first person we dealt with on the subway was clearly frustrated that we didn’t understand her incomprehensible instructions.
By and large, however, I found it a joy to be in Canada, especially Toronto. Other subway workers in the big city were quite helpful, and even complete strangers initiated contact to assist us when we looked confused.
Once we got the hang of it, we found the Toronto subway to be quite usable. Reasonably clean, mostly on time Continue reading Getting Around and Getting Along in Canada