Good day folks on this, the 14th anniversary of 9/11. I was going to write a memorial post noting 9/11 but decided not to. Evil exists in this world and 9/11 was one of the worst examples. I figure there will be enough memorials posted and shown on TV for those who wish to remember. For me, I'll post this little snippet of fun times that my Canadian buddy Pat and I had at the Canadian National Exhibition a few weeks ago.
As regular followers of this blog know I now visit Toronto at the end of the summer season. Each year this coincides with Canada's National Exhibition which is basically a grand carnival. This year was no exception.
Last year Pat and I met up with my blogger friend Dr. Spo and his partner, Someone. The four of us did some rides, screaming like little girls. This year Dr. Spo and Someone visited Canada
|Dr. Spo, Pat and Someone during an earlier visit to Toronto this summer|
earlier in order to take in more reputable activity like Shakespearean plays and Strafford on Avon or some high brow place like that. That's not me and Pat. We're carnival junkies.
Last year I did too much on one of the rides and my eyes were thrown off the rest of my trip. This year I was more careful. I was reluctant to go on the Wicked Mouse ride but Pat insisted. It looked harmless enough to me so I acceded. That was a mistake. Remember those two old, battered, greasy hats that Pat and I wear everywhere?
|Pat and me earlier this year in Lewes, Delaware with our greasy hats|
Gone. Gone with the wind. In fact, the first bump on the Wicked Mouse, they flew off our old gray noggins.
After the ride we made a half-hearted effort to find our hats at the base of the Wicked Mouse but it was a lost cause. Somewhere among all that metal and trash were our beloved hats. To this day I wonder where those hats are resting now. Probably at the bottom of a garbage filled trash can.
Ah, the pain of the loss. But I have all these pictures of us in those hats. You know what I kept thinking the rest of our vacation every time I thought of those hats? Richard Harris singing "MacArthur Park" lyrics "Someone left the cake out in the rain, I don't think I can take it because it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that recipe again........OH NOOOOOO!"
So then we went on a quest for new hats. Both of us don't have much hair on our noggins so we need the hats. Know how hard it is to find just the right hat? Almost impossible. We finally found hats but it's not the same. I think I can replace Pat's hat because I bought the original at Walmart.
Mine? It was a custom made hat for the hotel where I work and . . . . . . . you got it. I'll never have that recipe again.
|Pat and I and our new hats at "the beach" (Lake Ontario), Canada - not the same|