Globe and Mail
Wednesday, Jul. 31 2013,
‘Get in the car, we’re going to Hamilton.”
These were sweet words when I was young. Though it sometimes meant going on Highway 403 and up the mountain (itself a quaint idea: the Niagara Escarpment is more a bump than a mountain), it usually meant taking the Beach Boulevard around this western tip of Lake Ontario.
It was a rare treat to get to take the big bridge, the soaring Skyway with the panoramic view; there were toll booths up there, and my father was not a man to pay a toll when he didn’t have to. On those special occasions, we’d patiently line up with the other cars, awaiting our turn to hand the man in the small booth the cost to fly so high.
There was a time this was the only job I wanted, to stand in that booth seeing who got to gain access to such a spectacular place. I decided I would work on the other side of the bridge, of course, thus enabling me to cross it twice each day – a perk of the job besides the peaked hat I also longed for. This was only if my other dream job failed to take wing: driving a bus. While other kids wanted to put out fires or teach children, I just wanted to navigate pavement.
Read the full story;
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/glob...ge-was-an-exciting-adventure/article13507577/
Wednesday, Jul. 31 2013,
‘Get in the car, we’re going to Hamilton.”
These were sweet words when I was young. Though it sometimes meant going on Highway 403 and up the mountain (itself a quaint idea: the Niagara Escarpment is more a bump than a mountain), it usually meant taking the Beach Boulevard around this western tip of Lake Ontario.
It was a rare treat to get to take the big bridge, the soaring Skyway with the panoramic view; there were toll booths up there, and my father was not a man to pay a toll when he didn’t have to. On those special occasions, we’d patiently line up with the other cars, awaiting our turn to hand the man in the small booth the cost to fly so high.
There was a time this was the only job I wanted, to stand in that booth seeing who got to gain access to such a spectacular place. I decided I would work on the other side of the bridge, of course, thus enabling me to cross it twice each day – a perk of the job besides the peaked hat I also longed for. This was only if my other dream job failed to take wing: driving a bus. While other kids wanted to put out fires or teach children, I just wanted to navigate pavement.
Read the full story;
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/glob...ge-was-an-exciting-adventure/article13507577/