I have been questioning my return to the city I always called home. I question how little the city has seemed to progress. I question the mindset of some of it’s people. Every now and then something happens and reminds me of the Good Citizens of Cornwall. How I grew up English in a very French neighborhood. How much we hated each other when I was a child. How we all grew up as friends and language was not longer an issue. We were all good people.
I was out cleaning my driveway today. The third day in a row. I had it all done except for the mess the city plow had left me for the second time in three days. Some one needs to point out io the city plow we are all senior citizens in this neighbor and we are not paying taxes to have to go out and clean up their very shoddy work.
I gentleman came by with his very big snow blower and plow. We chatted for a bit and I turned around to go get my shovel. The gentlemen cleaned it up for me. As he was leaving I tried to flag him down to say thank you and give him a bit of money. He waved and just drove away. To whoever you are from the bottom of my heart I say thank you for helping to restore my faith in the people of the city.
I will also take the opportunity to remind people you never blow your snow on somebody else s property. Especially never blowing it on their foundation. You should never have to explain that to a contractor. So the contracted who is working next door to my place, probably without a permit. I hope they are reading this.