Archive for November, 2011
U Haul ofEdmonton
They must think I’m stupid, those people of truck rental U haul of Edmonton (128 Ave. and 50 St.). I may look boyish, but not stupid.
They provided my group with a rental truck which is the rot of the litter. The license plate was from Arizona, and it even looked older than Winchester 73.
To top it all, the rear door does not close. And when I ran out of rope to tie the stuff down in the truck,
I had to unload and leave a lot of them. I had to transport the stuff in the truck with rear door open. It was so bare a haul that I thought a pickup truck would have done the work.
When I returned the rented truck to U Haul, I complained about the rear door. But instead of giving out apologies, I was even blamed for
not knowing how to close the door. Well, they could not close it either!
This gave me that suspicious notion about the reason why the staff do not wear any name or id tag on their uniforms.
I managed, however, to get the name of the person that rented me the truck—it was Jenny, Manager of the U Haul office at 128 Avenue
and 50 StreetEdmonton,Alberta.
And when I did somehow get the name, I guess I was not that dumb, after all. Maybe a bit baby-faced, but not dumb.
New Fifth Generation Russian Fighter Jet
From the “Military News” of the website “The Voice of Russia”
I did not say that ther are no good doctors in the Pbilippines.
In truth I would say that they are better in diagnoses than their counterparts abroad.
And they are bolder and much more innovative in their approach.
The resources to back them up, however, is another thing to be considered.
I would rather get them to cut me up in a foreign setting.
The Philippine doctors are diligent, patient friendly, and they really use their brains more than anything else.
The first serious snowfall descended on Edmonton the day before, causing fender-benders galore, 30-minute drives that took 3 hours, and lines on the road that remain like guess-work.
And again, so much so depend upon winter tires, and skill with the wheel and brake pedal.
“Twas that time in High School when my English and Composition teacher; she was prim, proper, and had a bearing that commanded your undivided attention; Mrs. Del Rosario (Remedios was mayhaps her first name), strove diligently to burn in the minds of her students the complete stanzas of a lot of poems in the textbook.
She is wont to do this, not because she was the cruelest teacher in town, but because it was the rule of the Education Department during those days to test the mettle of the teachers by imposing rigid testing procedures on their students. One of these exams was to write from memory, and thence paraphrase, certain poems in the textbook. Little did I realize that this method provided more benefits to the students than to the teachers, memory-wise.
After I migrated to Canada, I had a co-employee by the name of Hodson. He said he came from an English town where the famous cookies Of Peak Freans were manufactured. One day I surprised him by quoting from memory this poem:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Mrs. Del Rosario (I’m pretty sure Remedios was her first name) told us that this is a poem from World War I.
I never realized this until Mr. Hodson explained to me what this poem was all about.
Now I remember everything, including that part where the author was a Canadian,
even when the textbook was called “English and American Writers”
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