As a kid, I spent several weekends every summer in southeastern Ontario — our family camped quite often at Kettle Point Campground, and some of my fondest childhood memories are of these summer camping trips.
As an adult, I quite frequently visited Windsor, as it is chock full of excellent restaurants and really quite close, geographically, to my home. Before 9/11/2001, the US/Canada border was quite open, and it wasn’t uncommon for people working in downtown Detroit to actually cross the Ambassador Bridge or the Detroit-Windsor Tunnel (“the only vehicular international subaqueous border crossing in the world”) and eat lunch in another country. Sadly, the extra long border checks and unpredictable traffic that followed the terrorist attacks have made that sort of crossing impractical.
It was interesting to note the differences between what I remember from the frequent Canadian visits of my youth to the way things seem to me now, 20+ years on. It’s fascinating to see how much difference 100 miles of geography can make . While things are still fresh in my mind, a bullet list of fun/curious/befuddling things I noticed while visiting our neighbor to the south :)
There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by
ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance: his
character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler
animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling
complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt.
— Mark Twain, “Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar”