Prepare to be Destroyed
Fredericton is a great, little city. I'm continually awed by the size of the country and the stark contrasts that occur with geography and season. The last time we were in Fredericton it was bitter, cold and dark. This time it was light, warm and welcoming. In fact, due to the civility of the town I can write and upload this little journal as we sit parked on the street and I can post it as we sit and eat in the delicious Pizza Delight. Apparently Fredericton decided that the whole city should be Y-Fi and that everyone should have wireless interest for free. Last year they implemented such practice and now we enjoy the benefits. Toronto councilors take note.
We made the easy push to Saint John after the scrumtralescence of Pizza Delight. Tonight was to be a re-union with an old friend, Jeff. Jeff used to have a Celtic band called Finnigan. Three TFP members are alumni of said band and a good deal of tomfoolery, dirty jokes and alcohol went into the forging of that friendship. Having met Jeff's two brothers (one in Fredericton and the other in Saint John) AND his mom all in 12 hours, it's easy to see where he comes by his generosity and kindness. Maybe it's just something in the water here. If it is, it should be pumped into the Great Lakes as well.
Jeff, his wife and their three kids put us up for the night. Unless you've ever been camping, sailing or backpacking for more than a week you can't imagine the relief that comes with four proper walls and a stove to cook your own food on.
Several things happened after the agreement to put us up.
1. Jeff put for the idea of a bonfire but confessed that they almost lit the bell phone line on fire the last time such a blaze was set (it probably didn't hurt that there was a giant dresser on the top of the fire).
We made the easy push to Saint John after the scrumtralescence of Pizza Delight. Tonight was to be a re-union with an old friend, Jeff. Jeff used to have a Celtic band called Finnigan. Three TFP members are alumni of said band and a good deal of tomfoolery, dirty jokes and alcohol went into the forging of that friendship. Having met Jeff's two brothers (one in Fredericton and the other in Saint John) AND his mom all in 12 hours, it's easy to see where he comes by his generosity and kindness. Maybe it's just something in the water here. If it is, it should be pumped into the Great Lakes as well.
Jeff, his wife and their three kids put us up for the night. Unless you've ever been camping, sailing or backpacking for more than a week you can't imagine the relief that comes with four proper walls and a stove to cook your own food on.
Several things happened after the agreement to put us up.
1. Jeff put for the idea of a bonfire but confessed that they almost lit the bell phone line on fire the last time such a blaze was set (it probably didn't hurt that there was a giant dresser on the top of the fire).
2. Jeff brought for a great deal of alcohol. When that seemed to slow, Mark (Jeff's brother) magically created more. Like stupid, foolish, nineteen year old boys – we consumed all of it. When several of us declined a beer, Jeff brought one anyway. This happened on at least a dozen occasions. Somewhere in there came the quote of the night. Jeff said, "You don't fucking come to fucking Saint John and not get fucking destroyed." Testify.
3. Jeff was discussing the 'culture' of Saint John (see above) and had a suggestion for its new tourism campaign. The provincial license plate (and perhaps the commercials) should read: Saint John. Prepare to be Destroyed.
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