21 Sep

Random Thoughts – A Special Anniversary, Disappointment in Mayor Sendzik, Donald Trump’s Football Team

1. It was three years ago this week that I made what I publicly termed a “business trip” to St. Catharines. As those of you who know me know by now, it was, in fact, a scouting trip for a potential relocation. Less than a year later, I made the move and it’s turned out so much better than I could ever have imaged. Winnipeg, I’m not missing you at all.

2. Recently, our mayor, Walter Sendzik, invoked Allah’s name in extending well-wishes to members of the Muslim community for one of their holy events. This is the same mayor who eschews “Merry Christmas” in favor of the more politically correct “Happy Holidays” at the end of December. Very, very disappointed in you, Mr. Mayor.

3. On a similar note, how quickly do you think the NFL would act if Colin Kaepernick and his growing legion of anthem protesters were making offensive gestures about gays or Muslims rather than taking a knee during the playing of “The Star-Spangled Banner”?

4. Not that I give a rip about what happens at the upcoming Chipman Heritage Classic back in the Old Country, but for those of you shelling out a small fortune for the privilege of seeing the oldtimers game, it would be nice if the NHL edition of the real Jets would at least try to beat Gretzky and the Oilers. Just once.

5. Last night, I attended the WriteTricks event at Cowork Niagara in downtown St. Catharines. Left by the front door were a pair of heavy, fur-lined winter boots.

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It was +26 C when I left the house and I was dripping with sweat by the time I got there. But some princess saw to it that her little tootsies didn’t get cold. As a good friend from the Old Country once said, the farther south you go, the wimpier they get about snow and cold.

6. Speaking of the Old Country, I keep spotting plates from that part of the world. On Monday, I saw one in downtown Welland and yesterday, I saw another one on Niagara Street here in St. Catharines. That place keeps following me around.

7. I am hoping to have two more books released before the end of the year. The first is a detailed week-by-week history of the USFL’s New Jersey Generals, the team owned by presidential hopeful Donald Trump. I followed the USFL and the Generals with as much passion as I did the Jets during those years and I’m grateful for the opportunity to finally be able to chronicle the team’s history like this.

The second book, much shorter, is called The Contented Cows: Diary of a bad IT job. Officially a work of fiction, it details an astonishing two-and-a-half month stint inside the IT department of a major credit union, complete with a dramatic, yet quite plausible ending. It will be a must-read for those of you in the IT field or in the financial services industry.

15 Sep

Bike Trip to Crystal Beach

Today, I covered 49.1 miles on two wheels in a bus-bike trip to Crystal Beach. For the benefit of those not familiar with the region, it’s located on Niagara’s south coast about midway between Port Colborne and Fort Erie.

Bright and early, I left the house and made my way to the St. Catharines Bus Terminal to catch the 7:05 #70 regional transit bus to Welland to give me a head start.

Unfortunately, the bus was 10 minutes late, but it was of little consequence to me. I noted with interest, however, that the driver was apologetic and was saying “Sorry for being so late” to each passenger. Once again, it sure beats the F-U attitude more commonly displayed in the Old Country. But I digress.

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After getting to the Welland Transit Terminal, I made my way south along the trail to Port Colborne, then crossed the canal on Main Street.

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I could have hooked up with the Friendship Trail linking Port Colborne to Fort Erie directly in town, but as most readers would expect, it wouldn’t be a proper bike trip for me without getting some highway pictures. So instead, I took Killaly Street east to the junction of Highway 3 in Gasline.

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I know one reader will appreciate the name of this hamlet, as it would be a perfect retirement destination for a former colleague with a connection to the U.S. Postal Service who liked to treat us to plenty of his own gas.

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After getting some shots of Highway 3, I turned south on Cedar Bay Road and followed the Friendship Trail to Gorham Road. Farther north, it’s known as Sodom Road and to the south it’s known as Ridgeway Road. It also carries the moniker of regional road 116. Take your pick.

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I first headed north to get some shots of the junction at Highway 3, then turned around and headed for Crystal Beach.

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As it says, the south coast of Canada.

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A shot of the beach. Across the lake is the great state of New York.

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Shots around the park.

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As I sat and ate my lunch, I gazed at the Buffalo skyline and recognized places and buildings I visited in a trip there less than a month ago.

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More shots around the park.

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This is a shot of Point Abino and the lighthouse by the shore. Unfortunately, it’s a private community and the public is not normally allowed out there.

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Homes by the shore, part of a gated community. Yes, access to the lake is a little limited.

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For the benefit of one reader, the fire hall across from the Tim Hortons where I stopped.

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Rested, hydrated and fed, I returned to the Friendship Trail and headed west back to Port Colborne. It was my second time on the trail and it was like an Interstate highway for cyclists. As someone who has spent the bulk of his life in a cesspool so hostile to cyclists (and everyone else), I don’t think people in this part of the world fully appreciate how lucky they are to have resources like this in their own backyard.

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Near downtown Port Colborne, I stopped for this shot before heading north to Welland to hook up with the regional transit bus once again. Once I got to the Welland Transit Terminal, I noticed a Welland Transit bus waiting, but I ignored it and instead waited for the regional transit bus. Fortunately, the driver noticed me standing there and explained that the Welland Transit bus was indeed the regional transit bus I was looking for. Every other time I had taken regional transit, it has been labelled as such, so for prospective riders out there, take note that you could be getting a local bus rather than a regional one. As the driver said to me, read the route number instead.

With my bike on board, I made it back safely and without incident. It was yet another quality experience I’ve come to expect from living here.