| Prologue:
            Over Thanksgiving weekend, hockey teams from the west coast traveled to San
            Jose to play in the regional  Silver Stick
            tournament. These teams
            included my grandson Mikie's squad, the  Fresno Monsters Midget
            16 and Under team. His teams had played in the tournament the previous two
            years, but never made the final cut. This
            year a powerhouse Monsters team kicked off the tournament with a
            10-0 win over the Ventura Mariners, goalie Austin Hathcoat's first
            shutout of the season. The next game was against our most challenging
            opponent, the  Capitol Thunder from Roseville near Sacramento. It was
            a close, hard-fought game, with the score tied much of the time, but
            in the end Fresno came away with a 3-2 win. The
            
            Oakland Bears, another relatively weak team, gave up eight goals
            while scoring two, putting the Monsters in first place for the
            playoffs. In the 1-4 match up, Fresno again defeated Oakland, with a
            3-0 shutout. Meanwhile 2nd place Roseville handily defeated 3rd
            ranked Ventura, 8-0, sending the top two teams in the  NORCAL league
            to the Sunday morning final. The
            teams played with intensity and the game was closer than the final score would indicate.
            The Thunder scored first, just over a minute into the game. More
            anxious moments ticked off for Monsters fans as their boys did not
            score till Andrew Pellegrino tied it up half way through the period.
            Then he gave Fresno
            
            a lead with his second goal of the game in the final three minutes
            of the period. Most of the second
            period was scoreless, until
            Roseville
            tied it with 2:57
            left. Fresno
            opened the third period with a goal by Vance Scrimshire in the first
            minute, then settled down for a long period of defending a one goal
            lead. With 1:26
            left Boston Lindlahr scored his second goal of the weekend, giving Fresno
            some breathing room. The Thunder coach pulled his goalie, and a
            fierce puck battle followed, all in the Monsters zone. With 24
            seconds left, Danny
            Goodwin got the puck with a little open ice and cleared it. The puck slowly but surely made its way into the
            empty net, sealing Fresno’s 5-2 victory. The entire team rushed the goalie and enjoyed a celebratory hug as
            the parents and other fans screamed in relief and joy. The boys then
            lined up to receive their medals and the third championship Mikie
            has enjoyed in the 2012 calendar year. Next
            the Monsters would face their biggest challenge and probably the
            most exiting time of their hockey careers – a trip to Newmarket,
            Ontario
            to compete in the  International Silver Stick tournament final in
            January.   Off to
            Canada: After a month and a half of anticipation, January 8
            arrived and it was finally time to leave for Canada. Activities
            during the time between
            then and the regional included making plane, hotel and rental car
            reservations, shopping for cold weather clothing, and compulsively
            checking the weather in Buffalo
             and Newmarket
            nearly every day.
            On the advice of the two Canadian families in our organization, we
            planned to fly to Buffalo and rent a car there for the drive into
            Canada.
             Following advice from my sister Linda, who lives in
            Duluth
            MN, Teri, Mikie and I
            all got thermal tops and “long johns” made partly of wool. I had
            a stocking hat and some gloves that seem plenty warm in the winters
            of central California, but at the last
            minute I bought some mittens, which Linda
             said would be warmer than gloves. By the way, being much
            smarter than I am, Linda
             was emailing this advice from New Orleans, where she planned
            to stay till mid-February.
 
             My advance look at the weather nearly always produced
            the same results: Highs in the 30s, lows in the high 20s, and snow
            or rain every few days. This finally caused me to call the car
            rental company the day before we left to upgrade to an all-wheel
            drive vehicle.
            
             On January 8 we all got up much too early –
            4 a.m.
             for me and even
            earlier for Teri and Mikie, who live several miles farther from the
            airport. We met at Fresno-Yosemite International about 4:45, got our boarding
            passes, checked in our luggage, and made it through the security
            check with a minimum of fuss. The first leg of our flight took us to
            Denver, so we had a sort
            of view of the Sierra in the dark, and some nice views of the
            Rockies. We had a quick brunch in the airport (at around 9 a.m.
            home time), and looked in a couple of stores. Then our 1:18
             layover ended
            and we departed for LaGuardia in NYC. For most of this flight, we
            were looking down on clouds, but we did get a good look at downtown Manhattan
             as we landed.
             Although we had a nearly three-hour layover, we had no
            trouble filling the time. First we had to leave the United Terminal
            and take a 10-minute shuttle ride to the Delta Terminal. This meant
            another trip through the security check, which again went smoothly.
            We had time for a leisurely supper (dinner? lunch? Who knows; it was
            about 
            5 p.m.
             our time). We
            found a place that had an excellent salad bar, plus pizza for Mikie.
            We then had about 30 minutes before boarding time, which passed
            quickly, and we were off to Buffalo.
             All of our luggage arrived with us, the rental counter
            was just out the door and across the street from baggage claim, and
            everything went smoothly, picking up a Kia AWD mini-van at  Budget Car
            Rental. The drive to our hotel was about five minutes, so we were
            soon settled in, and trying to convert our mindset to Eastern Time,
            going to bed by 10:30
             (7:30
             back home).
             There was quite a bit of snow around, but a local
            resident on the plane said that it hadn’t “really” snowed
            for a week (Weather Channel had shown at least snow showers the
            previous five days). In any case, the roads were clear and the snow
            here and there made  nice scenery for people who live in a place that
            gets snow maybe once every ten to twenty years.
            
             Official activities for the tournament did not start
            till Thursday, so on Wednesday we slept as late as we felt like,
            getting up just in time to get in on the complimentary breakfast.
            After that we loaded up the car and Teri set her phone’s GPS
             for the  Hockey Hall of Fame
            (HHOF) in Toronto. We had considered
            a stop at Niagara Falls, but the 34 degree
            weather and 25 
            MPH
             wind promised a 10
            degree wind chill factor. In addition, Teri and I had seen the
            falls, and Mikie is not interested in things of that type, so we
            decided to just head for Toronto. The roads were clear and traffic light most of the
            way. At the border we stopped at a  Tim Horton’s Doughnut
            Shop.
            Although established in 1964, it is now described as “like a
            Starbucks.” There are some noticeable differences, in particular
            that they speak English there – the drink sizes are Small, Medium
            and Large.
            
             At the border we showed our passports and
            answered a few questions (where are you from, where are you going,
            who do you know in Newmarket, roll down the window so I can see the
            passenger in the back seat), and were soon rolling through southern Ontario, with a light dusting of snow in fields and other areas most
            of the way.
            
             Part of the way our route ran along the southern
            shore
             of Lake
            Ontario.
            In this area, if we were not in towns or cities, there were lots of
            grape vines and fruit trees, with many signs for wineries along the
            way.
             Apparently the  recession is over in 
            Toronto
            
             – there are
            buildings going up everywhere, as well as some street construction work, with the
            usual hassle of driving in construction zones. I would guess that
            there were fifty or more construction cranes set up throughout the
            downtown area. We had a little trouble finding the  HHOF (the sign is
            not very big), but after trying to go around the block, we found a
            parking lot, got directions from the attendant, and braved the
            Canadian winter. The directions we got were a little off, but
            someone on the street pointed us in the right direction, and we
            found it right where Teri’s directions said it was (30  Yonge Street
            
            
             in case you’re
            going that way).
             We did have one small problem, which became slightly
            larger when we left. Teri had paid for cell phone data service in Canada, but it did not
            work. Fortunately she had printed out the turn by turn instructions,
            which saved the day.
 
             The Hall was quite impressive, and we all enjoyed
            seeing displays relating to our favorite  teams and
            players. There
            were items from the earliest days of hockey, including the  original
            Stanley Cup, which is displayed in a vault. The  current cup has a
            replica of the original at the top, with a tall base containing
            rings where the names of the winning teams and players are engraved.
            When a ring fills up, the oldest one is removed, flattened, and displayed in the
            vault, so there are always five rings at any one time on the cup
            itself.
            
             I’m not sure how long we were there, but it was at
            least two hours. During that time we ran into two of Mikie’s
            teammates and talked to them briefly and took some pictures of the 
            three players.
             Like many museums, the main exit leads out through a
            gift shop, so we all got a souvenir of some kind, including a HHOF
            T-shirt for Mikie’s dad, whose work prevented him from coming with
            us.
            
             When we got back to the parking lot, the printed directions
            for getting from there to 
            Markham, the location of
            our hotel, were a bit confusing. We again got directions from the
            attendant, and although they were correct, we had not specified east
            or west on the freeway we needed to be on. We drove the wrong way
            for a mile or two on city streets, but eventually came to a street that led to the
            eastbound lane we wanted, and got headed in the right direction.
             The traffic was heavy, so for quite a while we drove
            15 to 30 MPH
             on the expressway. A change to a different highway gave us about ten
            miles of near normal speeds, but the short drive from the freeway to
            our hotel was through a two-mile construction zone with heavy
            after-work traffic. We had hoped to complete our trip in daylight,
            but the Toronto
            and Markham
            traffic ended that
            idea, and we arrived at the  Hilton Suites around 
            6 p.m.
            
             Just across a side street from the hotel was the  St.
            Louis Wings café, so after registering and taking our luggage
            upstairs, we drove over there for supper. In California
            winter weather we
            would have walked that short distance without hesitation, but the
            cold and wind were such that we wanted to be out as little as
            possible. Even walking about 150 feet from car to restaurant, we
            were bundled up with hats and gloves.
             A friend of mine who visited
            Canada
            a few years ago
            had suggested I try  poutine, the “national dish.” The classic
            version is French fries and cheese curds with gravy, but the
            restaurant offered a couple of variations, so I had the St. Louis
            wings poutine, which adds cut up boneless hot wings and onions. Overall
            it was not bad, but I decided that it is really a crime against
            French fries. Mikie asked how it was, and I asked him, “What does
            the phrase ‘soggy French fries’ do for your appetite?” I ate
            all of it except some of the fries, and it wasn’t terrible or anything, but I would not
            get it again. In fairness to the dish, we later discovered that the
            fries at that restaurant were not very good even without gravy. I had not slept well in
            Buffalo, so by 10 p.m.
             I was ready for
            bed, at least an hour before my normal bedtime at home. I got a good
            night’s sleep, and woke up at 
            9 a.m., followed shortly by Teri and Mikie. We enjoyed a very good breakfast buffet, included with
            our room, and then checked our Email and read and watched TV for a
            while. The team had a practice at one of the two rinks where they
            will play in Newmarket, about 30 minutes
            away. Teri and Mikie left around noon, but I wanted to do some reading, go for a walk, and work on
            this report, so I stayed behind.
             The weather was much improved from the previous day, around
            35 with 5 MPH
             winds at 1 p.m., so I walked over to a nearby shopping center for exercise
            and to scout possible restaurants. It turned out that I was dressed
            slightly warmer than necessary; I didn’t wear my mittens, and
            never zipped up my hoodie. I went into The Future Store to see what
            the future would be like, but it’s really just Best Buy North, and
            since I was dressed for outside, I stayed only two or three minutes.
            The shopping center had a small grocery store, a supermarket, two
            drug stores, a bank, a money exchange place, numerous other small
            shops, and at least eight eating places, several of which I would be
            willing to try.
             Teri had got her cell phone data working, but kept it
            turned off except as needed, so we were out of touch while they were
            at the rink. I received an Email saying there would be a team meal
            after practice at East
            Side Mario’s, about two miles from the hotel. Later
            she called to ask if I wanted her to bring me something. We were
            under the impression that to pick me up she would have had to drive
            through the downtown Markham construction zone, then back through it
            to the restaurant, so I told her I would probably just walk over to the
            St. Louis Wings place.
            
             Later when I went out to do just that, several of the
            players and parents were walking by, since they wanted to leave the
            boys’ equipment in the hotel. I was offered a ride, so I got to
            eat with the team families after all. Mario’s proved to be a good
            Italian restaurant, with a variety of choices. Teri had a shrimp
            salad, while Mikie and I went for pizza. Having eaten several pieces
            of bread while waiting, I ate only half my 10-inch New York
             pizza, so the rest
            went into the refrigerator in our room for later.
             After two days in
            Canada, we finally had a
            hockey game on Friday, January 11. The Fresno Monsters opened the
            tournament against the hometown  Newmarket
            Redmen (later changed to Renegades). Before we left
            home and even up to game time, all the parents, grandparents and
            probably team members wondered how they would do in the heartland of
            hockey. Could a team from the central valley of California
            do anything
            against boys who started skating on frozen ponds at age three?
             Not to worry…Fresno
            put in the first
            goal, a knuckle baller from Michael Perez that hit the goalie’s
            glove, rolled over it and into the net. With that goal they
            surpassed last year’s Midget team, which was shut out in all their
            games at Silver Stick.
             The Redmen quickly answered, but
            Fresno
            put in one more in
            the first period from Jacob Haynes, and never looked back. In the
            second, Perez scored Fresno’s 3rd
            goal early in the period. There were a few demoralizing minutes when
            Mikie Liddle
             put the puck into
            the net and the team came together to celebrate. However, the ref
            missed the goal, and the game continued. With Monster players out of position, the Redmen put in their
            second goal, but Fresno came back with a goal by Jacob Buck to take
            a two-goal lead. On a
            power play with 90 seconds left in the game, the Redmen  pulled their
            goalie to give them a 4 on 2 advantage, and scored to make it 4-3.
            After the faceoff, the Redmen again pulled the goalie and put forth
            a good effort, but Fresno’s Justin Russo
            got the puck, skated down ahead of the defender, and sealed the win
            with an empty net goal.
             Back in
            Markham, we returned to
            the St. Louis Wings place where Teri and I enjoyed wings and fries
            (NO gravy); Mikie had a burger and a salad, being under instructions
            from the coach to eat no fried food.
 
             The evening game was against the Woolwich Wildcats,
            one of the highest ranked Midget A teams in 
            
            Ontario. It took the
            Monsters about ten minutes to figure out how to play against this
            team, and by that time the Wildcats had scored three times. In the
            second period, both teams scored once, and Fresno
            
             put in one more in
            the final frame, but still came up short, losing 4-2. With a bit
            better effort in the first part of the game it looked as if Fresno
            could have stood
            up against this team, but the lesson was learned too late.
             Getting back to
            Markham
            after 11 p.m., we picked up
            McFlurrys at the nearby McDonalds, which was all Teri and I wanted.
            In addition to the ice cream, Mikie finished off the half pizza left
            over from Thursday night.
             Saturday morning we were able to sleep in a little
            later, with a 1 p.m.
             game against the Ayr Flames. This team was clearly not as
            good as the Wildcats, but the Monsters came out flat, and could not
            get a goal past the Flames defense. Ayr
             scored four times, putting Fresno
            in the familiar
            but uncomfortable position of needing another team to lose in order
            to make the first round of playoffs. That contest was Woolwich vs. Newmarket, and some Flames
            parents told us their team always loses to Woolwich, so we had high
            hopes, which were
            indeed upheld.
             The quarter-final game Saturday night was against the
            undefeated  Oakville
            Rangers, ranked number two in Ontario. The Rangers
            scored within the first minute, but the Monsters played one of their
            best, most intense games, keeping the score at 1-0 till late in the
            third. Oakville
            put in one more
            goal, but Fresno
            players and fans
            left the rink with heads held high, having held their own for most
            of the game against a superior team, which was also the eventual
            tournament champion.
             This concluded the hockey portion of the trip, and
            players were free to eat fried food, stay up late, and generally act
            like normal teenagers for the rest of the evening. Since we had to
            allow for the possibility of a game on Sunday, that became a free
            day, with different families pursuing different activities,
            including starting the homeward trip for a few. We had done the
            sightseeing we wanted to do, and Mikie was content to spend much of
            the day on the couch watching football. Teri read, uploaded photos
            to Facebook, and packed, and I read, napped, worked on this report,
            and packed.
            
             We had our
            third St.
             Louis Wings dinner
            Sunday afternoon after Teri and Mikie drove over and got wings and
            salad. Strangely, the restaurant did not have take-out drinks, so
            they went to a nearby convenience store. After making their
            selections, which totaled about $14, they tried to pay with US
            money, which had been accepted everywhere else. The proprietor told
            them the price would be $19 US (exchange rate was just about even at
            this time). They walked out and we
            made do with water.
             The
            next day brought a long, tiring trip home, offset with a few
            pleasant times along the way. Our day started at 8 a.m. in Markham,
            5 a.m. Pacific time. We picked up a quick breakfast snack in the
            hotel restaurant and ate in our room, then did our last minute
            packing and checked out. The two-hour drive back to Buffalo went
            very smoothly, with our route bypassing Toronto, and no slow traffic
            anywhere. Once across the border we filled up the gas tank and made
            a final stop at a Tim Horton's, of which there are a dozen or so in
            Niagara Falls and Buffalo. We
            had a lot of time at the airport, but it seemed to pass quickly.
            There were five team members on our homeward flight, so the boys got
            to hang out together and the adults visited and read. The first leg
            of our flight was to Boston, about an hour, and we had some of the
            best views of the trip approaching that area. There were many lakes,
            rivers and frozen ponds. In one area I saw a large lake, with open
            water in the wide part above the dam, and ice on the upper narrow
            section. We
            had a two-hour layover in Boston, with a terminal change and another
            trip through the security check. Once through that we had our big
            meal of the day. The adults scattered to various eating spots, while
            the boys found a pizza place. Our departure time was just after 6,
            so we had a great view of downtown Boston with the buildings
            brightly lit up. Our
            flight from there was the hard part of the trip - six hours to LA. I
            did a lot of reading, watched a couple of comedies on the video
            screens, and napped a little. Mikie's only previous flying
            experience had been Fresno to Las Vegas, and he decided that
            long-distance air travel was not nearly as exciting as he had hoped.
            However, time passed slowly but surely, and we made our landing in
            LA at 9:30 Pacific time. Our scheduled departure time was 10:30, but
            the plane was late, and we did not take off till about 11:15. We
            arrived in Fresno just after midnight, and after getting our
            luggage, stepped out into Canadian weather - a little below
            freezing, with ice all over our windshields. Teri
            had originally planned to have her husband bring her to the airport,
            and I would take them home, but she ended up driving her truck. I
            had taken everything out of my car to make room for our luggage.
            This included anything I might have had to scrape ice off the
            windshield, but after running the defroster for a few minutes, I
            made do with an Altoids tin, and got home around 1 a.m.   OBSERVATIONS,
            or A BUNCH OF STUFF THAT DOESN'T FIT NEATLY ANYWHERE ABOVE:   Fear
            of Flying (& Airports): I've never really been afraid to
            fly. Like any sensible person, I'm afraid of crashing, but I've
            never been in any situation where there was a problem. Flying into
            Ontario Airport in southern California a number of years ago, we had
            much greater turbulence during the descent than I had ever
            experienced - sudden drops that seemed quite disturbing. But I
            observed that my more experienced fellow passengers continued their
            reading without concern, so I assumed all was well, as it indeed
            was. More
            recently the big hassle of flying has been the security check, plus
            the need to get to the airport so long before flight time. However,
            the security people were fast, courteous, and efficient, and we went
            through security quickly at every stop (four in total). There were
            no real lines at any location. The only inconvenience was taking off
            my shoes every time, which meant a lot of bending over for my
            ancient back. But I increased my shoe-tying speed by about 10% on
            the journey. I don't know if the full body scanners we went through
            were the kind that "see" you naked, but I read just after
            our return that they are eliminating
            these. I'd like to think that looking at me contributed to this
            decision; I'm like this
            guy. Flying
            seems to involve a lot of walking. Four of the airports we went
            through are huge, and even staying in the same terminal (Denver)
            meant a long walk from our arrival gate to our departure gate. There
            was a long section of moving sidewalk there, but still a lot of
            walking too. Even though we rode a shuttle from one terminal to
            another at LaGuadia, it was a long walk to get outside. In one
            airport we walked considerable distance along an area where a moving
            sidewalk is being installed, but that did us no good. In Boston we
            walked outside and walked quite a ways to a different terminal, and
            in LA we went down ramps and through connecting passageways just to
            stay in the same terminal. Buffalo, just slightly larger than
            Fresno's airport, required at least five minutes of walking to get
            to baggage pick-up, but at least the car rental counters were close
            (although requiring a quick walk out into the cold). Since I did not
            do my regular exercises during the trip, I accepted this as a good
            substitute.   Driving: Since Canada
            uses the metric
            system, speed limits are posted in kilometers. Years ago, driving in
            Mexico,
             I simply divided
            the posted number in half for miles, which is "close
            enough."  Modern
            cars all have kilometers in small numbers below the MPH numbers. We
            stayed at or no more than five KPH above the limit on highways. But
            as in the US, other cars would
            pass us. On the other hand, there were times when everyone seemed to
            be staying very close to the limit. In Markham, waiting to cross
            at an intersection, I saw two cars go through late on the yellow
            light, and one blatantly run the red. I also had to be alert in
            parking lots, where I twice saw cars traveling close to 30 
            MPH, just like at home.  In
            keeping with their reputation for Canadian "niceness,"
            drivers always slow down to let you in when you need to change
            lanes, on city streets or freeways. The exception was the woman who
            was texting while driving through the construction zone in Markham.
            Made us feel right at home. The
            Canadian families on our team told us that Canadians put their
            motorcycles in storage during the winter. During our time there we
            saw exactly one motorcycle on the road, on one of the warm, sunny
            days.   
            Our Hotel:
            Overall our hotel, Hilton
            Suites, was very nice. We had a separate bedroom with two double
            beds, a fold out sofa bed that Mikie used, kitchen with microwave
            and sink, coffee table, dining table, and counter space.  A
            breakfast buffet was included in our room price, and it was fairly
            good - bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and pancakes or French toast,
            all pre-cooked, plus a selection of yogurt, fruit and pastry. We are
            spoiled by the Hilton Garden Inn in Milpitas, California, where we
            get eggs, pancakes and omelets cooked to order. There
            was plenty of parking, which was free for us, but not for non-group
            customers. We were in a building separate from the main hotel, with
            covered parking, and were always able to find a space. There is a
            bridge connecting the buildings, so we could go to the lobby or to
            breakfast without going outdoors. In
            the bathroom there was a shelf above the toilet that stuck out so
            far that the seat would not stay up. After holding it up every time
            I used it the first day, I applied some adhesive tape. Of course I
            un-taped it after each use for Teri's benefit. A few years ago
            people could go to Canada and buy toilets that still gave a powerful
            flush, but apparently the enviro-nannies have struck, and they have
            low-flush models. Worse yet is that the outlet is a little too
            small. At least three people in our party had to call for
            maintenance people to come up with a plunger.   Weather:
            Although the first day welcomed us with a 10 degree wind chill (32
            degrees, 25 MPH winds), it warmed up each day after that. We had
            some rain Friday, but it was never bitterly cold again. By Saturday,
            New Brunswick
             and other parts of
            eastern Canada
             were buried under
            snow and were experiencing power outages. The prairies (Manitoba,
            Saskatoon, parts of Alberta) had blizzard-like
            conditions that made travel treacherous. California
              was shivering under an Arctic cold front that brought
            snow and road closures in the southern mountains and threatened the San Joaquin
            Valley
            citrus crops.
            Meanwhile, southern Ontario
             had record highs
            for January, with temperatures in the low 50s, rain some days and
            sunshine others. It was actually two degrees warmer there on Friday than back in
            Fresno. However,
            normality returned on Monday, January 14, with a 20
            degree temperature drop in Ontario, just in time for
            our drive back to Buffalo.   Stores,
            Shopping, Taxes, Tips: There are a lot of familiar chain stores
            in the big cities, but quite a few unfamiliar names also. Future
            Store is like Best Buy, which also has some stores there. Tim
            Horton's Doughnuts is kind of like Starbucks, but we liked it
            better. They are just as ubiquitous, and also can be found connected
            to fast food places and gas stations. It's said these are not as
            good as the free-standing ones, and the one I went into was
            certainly much smaller. There is a big drugstore chain, Longo's,
            stirring memories of the late lamented Long's Drugs in the U.S. Liquor
            laws  vary from province to province. You will see stores with
            the sign "Beer Store." These are operated by the brewers
            and sell beer. Nothing else. I understand that the liquor stores in
            Ontario sell liquor and wine, no beer, no mix, nothing else. I
            believe they are operated by the Liquor Control Board of Ontario. I
            could not really get definitive information in my on-line research. Several
            restaurants we went to had hand-held machines that they bring to the
            table. You swipe your card, and then you can enter a tip as a dollar
            amount or as a percentage. The whole team went to one restaurant,
            where they happily provided separate checks, but added the tip. The
            amount was 15% of the pre-tax amount, instead of the 18% that is
            common in the US. The tax is significantly higher, 13% on
            merchandise at the HHOF and in one restaurant but 15% in another, in
            the same city. This amount was 15% of the bill plus the added
            gratuity, so who knows what's going on. Looking at my Mastercard
            statement on line, I observed that some places, not all,  had
            added a small amount to the amount on the bill, probably due to the
            exchange rate. And of course, my bank charged a "foreign
            transaction fee" on every bill. Before we left, and when I
            checked again on January 19, the rate was 99 cents US to one
            Canadian dollar. The amount added ran about 1.3%. Gas
            prices were very high. When my older grandson and I were in Canada
            in 1998, he was impressed with the amazingly "low" prices
            until I explained that the amount was for a liter, about 3.8 per
            gallon. Gas everywhere on our trip was $1.22.something, which works
            out to about $4.64 per gallon. 
            
            We Look So Cool: Monsters players and families have always
            thought that the boys uniforms are extra
            cool. This belief was supported by comments received on our
            trip. Members of other teams commented on the jerseys, and a bunch
            of people complimented the players on the Silver
            Stick hoodies that were the official off-ice outfit. Parents in
            the stands also were impressed with the sweatshirts, embroidered
            with sparkly "Fresno
            Monsters" lettering, that most of the hockey moms wear. And
            hey, I even got a compliment on my suspenders from a female TSA
            agent in New York.
   Where
            are the Canadians?  
            
            We've been learning a lot of Canadian geography on this trip. Canada
            is the world's 2nd largest country in area, but the population is
            just 35 million, fewer than California. I would guess that 95% of
            them live within 50 miles of the US border, and it seems like most
            of them live in the Greater
            Toronto Area (GTA). In actuality, the area population is about
            six million. I knew
            that Toronto
              was Canada's largest city,
            but I did not realize how spread out it is. Driving northeast from
            downtown on our way to Markham, we would go
            through an open, wooded area, then come to another cluster of tall
            buildings, which we referred to as "additional downtowns."
            This continued through four or five separate clusters, but I believe
            that many of the tall buildings are condos and apartments. Toronto
            itself
            has a population of 2.5 million, with a number of cities nearby that
            range from 300,000 to 700,000. 
            
            Markham, about 20 minutes
            from Toronto
              and the site of
            our hotel, has about 300,000, lots of traffic, lots of high rise
            apartment buildings, and quite a bit of  construction
            activity, both
            roads and buildings.  
            Another 20 minutes northeast is Newmarket, location of the
            tournament. It is much smaller at 80,000, and also boasts some
            construction activity. Mississauga, a short distance west of
            Toronto, has 713,000, while two other nearby cities, Brampton and
            Hamilton, have half a million each.  And then there's Ayr.
            After our game against the Ayr Flames, I asked one of
            the parents from there where it is located, and learned that it's
            about 90 minutes west of Newmarket, near
            Kitchener. It is a village
            of about 3,500, and the members of their team are all local boys who
            have been playing hockey together since they were about five years
            old. Other
            big population centers include Montreal, 330 miles northeast of
            Toronto at one and a half million; Calgary in Alberta (near the
            Rockies) with just over a million; Ottawa, the national capitol, at
            883,000; and Edmonton, north of Calgary, with 812,000. Winnipeg in
            Manitoba, 220 miles straight north of Fargo ND, has 663,000 and
            Vancouver, B.C. logs in at 603,000. Another dozen cities have
            200,000 or more. Of all these, only Edmonton is a significantly long
            distance from the border.
 
 
 Speaking Canadian:
            Canadians say "oot" for "out" and end lots of
            sentences with "eh" - right? Well, partly. The Canadian
            pronunciation of words with "ou" is almost "oo,"
            but not quite. I don't think American speakers can produce the exact
            sound that Canadians do. It's somewhere between "oat" and
            "oot," but not quite either. It's just one of those
            foreign pronunciations that we can't exactly match.
 
            
             
            The use of "eh" seems to be less common, and may be a
            regional idiom to some extent, although Canadians move about from
            place to place like everyone else, so it's hard to be sure. We spoke
            with a number of Canadians on our trip and only heard the expression
            once, while watching a  curling contest on TV. I was in
            Banff,
            Canada
            in 1998 and
            chatted with one man who used it every other sentence. But I don't
            recall hearing it from others to any great extent. I asked Mikie
            about it, and he didn't hear anyone say it on this trip.    Where
            Does All that Water Come From?  On our
            trip
            in 1978, my daughters and I saw all five Great
            Lakes, as well as Niagara
            Falls. We didn't go to the falls this time, but several families
            did. And Mikie got his first look at a Great Lake, Ontario, the
            smallest. The thing that impresses nearly everyone when they see Niagara
            is the amazing volume of water, and the question frequently asked
            is, "Where does all that water come from?" The
            surface level of Huron, Michigan, Superior and Erie is approximately
            the same, while Ontario is considerably lower, below the Niagara
            Escarpment. Water flows from Erie through the Niagara River, over
            the falls, and into Ontario. As to where it comes from before that,
            readers can do their own research. --Dick
            Estel, January 2013 |