I took a couple days off late last week making a nice four day weekend. A girl could get mighty used to that. We were up bright and early Friday and on our way out the door about 8:30. We picked up Kaitlin and headed off on our adventure. Our journey led us southbound down the 115 to the 401 and then westward to the Shwa. We parked at the Oshawa GO station, crossed the full parking lot and payed our fare. Six return tickets to Union Station, please ma'am. (I didn't really say it like that. It's just for effect.) With tickets in hand, we wandered out onto the platform.
I should explain here that, of the four kids, only Ri had been on the train before. Kaitlin and the boys hadn't. They were seriously pumped.
After choosing the perfect car for a trip such as this, we went upstairs and took our seats. You can imagine the rush the kids felt when the train started to roll.
But, wait. There's more. Ri and Kaitlin knew where we were going but we had told the boys only that we were taking the train into Toronto. They didn't know why. Westbound we chugged, Whitby, Ajax, Pickering...and soon Cammy announced...Edmonton! Who knew! And then, about an hour after leaving the Shwa, we arrived at Union Station. Our final destination was very close. Just a short stroll a block or so east along Front Street and we would be there. We walked.
"Look Mum," said Cammy, as he turned and looked back. "The Eiffel Tower!"
"Uh, no, son. Wrong country. That's the CN Tower," replied his dear ole ma, whilst sighing.
"Oh ya."
We'll work on geography before school starts back.
On we went. Into a highrise, through a maze of big city building stuff (but we were never lost), down the escalator, through more big city building stuff and then...there it was. The entrance to the Hockey Hall of Fame. My goodness. There was a lot to see. Paul, of course was in his glory whenever he saw his hero Bobby Orr. Goes without saying that we had to get a picture.
Stay tuned 'til next time for part deux in the exciting made-for-blogger series "backward Leonard - On The Road."
14 comments:
What a great trip! Must have been so exciting for the whole gang.
I wish we had something like the Go Train here.
Oh light rail, why aren't you everywhere?
Too funny.
What the heck is Paul wearing? Hehe
You got the family pass for the GO train, I hope. Geez.
Hey Amber. It was a fun day. The train is definitely the way to go downtown. We've finally got GO bus service up to Ptbo but I don't see a train coming here anytime soon either.
Dorito! Family pass? Drat. I don't even want to know about it.
If only I could be as happy as Nolie when I take that damned train every morning.
Look at it this way. If you didn't take the train, you wouldn't get so much reading done.
Ya, but I almost punched somebody in the face a few days ago. She had her newspaper all over my lap.
Flip. Flip. Flip went the newspaper. Then she said 'sorry'. I'm like, "Enough with the sorries. Just use your head, and stay in your own space, Chikki. If you want to touch my thigh again, you'll have to buy me dinner first."
No. I didn't say that. I don't speak. I stew. It's either shut up or punchy punch punch. There's no controlled-emotions while speaking. Why am I telling you this? Get me out of here! ACK! I'm trapped in this little box!
Should have put your book on top of the paper while you read.
Is there such thing as track rage?
She kept touching my thigh, and there I was squished up against the window.
David says I should have asked her out. Why do I hang out with him?
There is track rage. People tend to flip out more in the wintertime. Usually it's because it is cold outside, and the people behind are either pushing into your backside, or just barge pass you to enter the train. It's the women who freak out and scream. Oh, and the ones who don't hold the door open get yelled at. Oh! and the ones who double park at the train station sometimes get their tires slashed...it wasn't me, though I'm glad they did it.
Pass? I meant 'past'.
I've only seen one time where a guy yelled at a woman. She rammed her stroller (with baby) into his legs as she marched towards him. He had the right of way.
He freaked on her. Who wouldn't? I certainly wouldn't want to be struck with a child in a stroller. I mean, how bad did that guy feel? I was glad he did yell at her. Those stroller Nazis are wicked wicked women. She probably figured he being a white male (yes I said it), and wearing a business suit, he wouldn't freak out. Political correctness is expected of them, you know. I severely doubt she would have pulled that crap with a guy wearing a biker's jacket.
Okay, no more rants. When's Winter coming?
Strollers and kids pushing grocery carts. You're destined for injury.
Ooooh, I forgot about the kids pushing grocery carts...though I'm no angel either. I tend to push and hop on the back.
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