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Hamilton Affair
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Recollections of business trips past.
February's biting cold beckoned Hamilton was urging me my annual business migration Buffalo's airport, uninviting bitter with arctic cold over the Peace Bridge Customs would have their say Niagra, a giant fridge on the lake, Ontario houses of ice fishermen the fare of their itinerate city Queens Highway my route offering icy peril and treachery the escarpments loom Hamilton coming into view my hosts offer me a warm greeting old friends by now years on we've done this routine in the factory we'd meet of contracts our talk equipment inspections technical specifications the remaining lot the Royal Connaught my quarters for the week blue collar and quaint that fine little city just once I'd have preferred a chance to have my Hamilton affair when the heat of July was on the air flowers bloomimg everywhere Ontario's waters flowing not a block of ice and yet a winter Hamilton affair was still filled with a friendly air

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on January 19, 2009

Descriptions of COLD beauty!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 17, 2009

Drove to Hamilton one hot July, picking up a Bangladeshi uncle and sister for a friend with a single entry student visa. Watched a black squirrel play while I waited. He told me the fish--a carp--was fresh--purchased that morning. The sister had scarring where she had been flown from Dacca to Seattle for surgery.

We ate the fish--quite tasty-- in a park by the Falls, and then I drove them back. We spent the late afternoon and evening driving back to West Virginia in the heat. He is currently Dean of Science and Technology at Kent State. His uncle would be proud.

Ron

PS... I sense a lady here. Once drove to near Pittsburgh in a huge snowstorm for a lady. It was worth it.

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

freezing already. Great visual here.
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on January 16, 2009

Depending on the wind, the ice from Niagra's mist can cover three blocks.....Brrrrrr

Walt

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

There's something bleak and strange about a winter passage...maybe its the snow and low skies...no home ever felt so far away...Great read Jon

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I live in Canada and I've traveled all over Europe but I've never been to Ontario. You make me think I'm missing something. Thank you, Jon. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Canada is a beautiful place in the winter especially if you ski, but I prefer to be there is the spring sitting in a boat with my fishing pole and straw hat...
much peace and love, Carole~

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Jon, how beautiful you express your thoughts in this piece. I could see all that you talk about as your vision is so clear...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Jon, Every season has something to offer....24 below right now for me...and my brothers and sister are out on a weekend trip ice fishing and snowmobiling....me...lol I am with you..I will join them on a warmer occasion..:)
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Beautiful write and good memories inspite of the deep freeze...you found a warm place in the heart. Love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Hamilton is a wonderful place, as is Canada: went to Niagara Falls in 1975. What still strikes me, years later, is how clean it was, and how friendly her people. A wonderful write, well done. *check title*

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

This was really nice of you to come to Canada and I'm glad that you were well received and entertained, even though it was a business trip.

An enjoyable piece!!!

Sandie Angel :o)