What kind of woman do you like to date?

Good Morning peeps. When i get tired of sitting at work i sometimes go for a walk. Depending on how much time i have my walk would vary accordingly. I dont have specific hours for work, i show up early and leave early and walk when i get the urge, i generally stay at work for 9 to 9.5 hours but who is counting.

A week ago Thursday, I decided a 30 minutes visit to Calgary Devonian gardens (Calgary best public space) was in order. It was around lunch time so i thought maybe i would go there, sit and look at people go back and forth. I love observing people, especially people who don’t want to be observed. I bet I get my picture taken lots of time, as everyone take pictures there.

I often wonder if most people have the same experiences as i do or you have to be looking for them like i do. haha.

Once i got fairly deep in the garden, I sat on a wall away from everyone which gives me a wide vision of the folks around me. After about 10 minutes of just relaxing, a couple came and sat 2 or 3 feet away from me, quite within ear shot.

Yes i like to eavesdrop also but not in a gossipy way though. I am a curious person. The conversation was friendly enough, so i ignore them, Then:

She: ‘what are you looking for in woman?’ Bingo.

He:’well let me think….. she must be smart……’

He went in to describe this person i would have to consider for myself if she was available. I love my wife but..

Haha kidding. I have to say that, she reads my blog.

I was not sure what he was thinking. If he was looking for a date, it was not going to happen. In my young days I would have answered that question with three words.

‘someone like you’ and put on my million dollar smile. Love my odds better.

Anyway they continued to chat for a while, i thought he was too aggresive got bored and left. He ain getting any was my last impression.

As i walked away i took a look back to get a look at them. She was no beauty but he was the beast. In life though there is someone for everyone.

Yesterday i went back to the same spot and guess what, yes a couple sat down next to me. I had to look, same woman different guy. Hmmmm, same question, this guy was a little shy, would not want to be in his fantasy.

If you are West Indian you probably remember a calypso where a couple was in a hotel room and as the busboy was walking by he heard them talking, they were debating who should be on top. He got so curious he looked through the key hole and witness them trying to close a suitcase by sitting on it. Sometimes things are not what they first appear to be.

Like the busboy i got curious and scooted over a little closer. I sat there for 20 minutes listening. Very intense conversation.

At the end she said to him, Ill add your profile to our database and see what match comes up. Good one, a dating service.

The gardens is also used for weddings, maybe she does both. If i ever see her alone ill be having a friendly conversation with her.

As always

Don’t forget to greet a total stranger today.

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Ok its Saturday, ill let my follicles down

Good Morning peeps. Yesterday was not the best day for me. Im a fairly easy going guy, generally calm under stress, if i knew how id probably be a good poker player because im so calm.

You get the picture, at work nothing much bothers me.

I understand my role, although i work in IT, I spend most of my day with operations. My job is to support the business, make sure they have all the information they need to make good decisions and to assist in improving processes while eliminating redundancies. I am good at what i do.

(Haha sounds like s resume. No don’t call, not looking for work).

After being around for so long, i have pretty much seen it all when it comes to business processes so im able to identify areas that need improvement and suggest solution sometimes long before the user realize there is a problem.

I like to think of it this way. I have answers sometimes long before the question. I have learned its wise to wait for the question however, that way I am seen as the facilitator and not someone speaking out of turn.

(Ok I can be had for a 3 day work week mon thru weds, 4 weeks paid vacation, free parking, 120k ish yes money plus a 10% christmas bonus, that should do it for now, keep in mind humans need to grow).

Why did i have a bad day?

One of my peers told me to stop being so helpful, she said i make it sounds too easy. She was serious. A discussion followed.

Another peer ask me why do i have to give the users everything they ask for. I dont when it cant justify the cost. I had to remind him its not our job to determine requirements, ours is to support.

In both cases i had suggested simple changes to mundane tasks.

It took more time justifying my suggestions to my peers than it took to solve the problems. These people sapped my energy completely, i came home totally exhausted.

(One more thing for that dream position, oh never mind, I guess i always have to have peers, although i need a work from home option).

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Dont forget to greet a total stranger today.

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How I shot myself in the right foot again. Amazing

Good Morning peeps. This past week has been a very expensive week for us, all because i was not able to think quickly on my feet. This new chain of events started a week Wednesday when i went to the parking lot to pickup my car after work. Jo went out with some friends to a wine tasting party, the plan was for me to go home to care for Panda, the pooch, ill then get Jo later at the train station, easy peasy, so good so far.

When I tried to exit the parking lot the auto door was jammed. I huffed and puffed then started to back the car back into the parking space. As i was in the process out of the corner of my eye I saw this lady walking toward me. By the time i turned the car off, texted Jo about my dilemma, the lady had turned around and walked back to the exit door.

The parking space belong to a friend who lives in the building, we rent it from her for a fraction of the cost of parking downtown Calgary where rates are in excess of $400 monthly. Yes for a parking space. What we did not know is that being a tenant does not entitle you to a spot, one has to go and request a stop for a fee which is what she did and sub-let it to us.

I needed to know the situation so i approached the lady in the parking lot. Now im a friendly kinda guy and nosy also, I had had a pretty busy day, i didn’t recall having greeted a total stranger that day so this was a great opportunity to fix that. The conversation went like this.

Me, ‘good afternoon, how are you?’

Her, ‘its a brand new door, you expect it should work.’ She seemed a little stressed.

Now at this point i should have clued in that she was the superintendent and walked away as i didn’t really belong there. Remember how i came by the space? Anyway my nurturing instincts kicked in. As i said she seemed awfully stressed. I had to get her to relax and show her that i was not upset with her.

Me. ‘I sure they will be here soon. How is your day going?’ hmmm it just came out.

Her: ‘ forget the damn day, these idiots should have been here already, we paid a lot for the door, its brand new. If you have to know, i’ve been having a bad two months’.

Ok that was my clue, run Tony run. My feet weren’t moving though.

I should have run at this point, but i had to soothe her to nurture her, to help her relieve her stress, i think she just need a hug. Haha bad thought.

Me: ‘I would think they should be here soon…..’

She started to walk away. This one got away, i was unable to help her, now I have to go find a new stranger to greet.

She was about ten feet away when she turned and asked.

She: ‘by the way, what is your stall number?’

It was at that time i realized that i was in deep dodo. No good deeds go unpunished. What does that mean anyway. I could have lied and given her a wrong number but she had already seen me park so i just told her and left.

I decided to go back to work and wait it out.

That was Wednesday, on Thursday we were told the parking rate was going up by $30, no biggie, still a bargain. Pheww dodged the bullet or so we thought. On Saturday we were out and our friend left a message to call her back. Jo called her, all i could hear was, ‘no, oh no, no way, what a big mouth, he just can’t help himself’.

Didn’t clue in, there is no way she could have been talking about me.

When she got off the phone she came right at me.

Jo:’you just dont know how to keep your mouth shut, you had to go and talk to the superintendent, now we have to give up the parking spot’.

I tried to make up a good story but there was nothing really to say.

I began to play the scene back my mind, how was i suppose to know it would be a problem? How did the super figure it out? Did i mention that the lady who was assigned to the lot is Asian?

So now we have two choices, take the train like most people or find a new spot. Thats the expensive part. Choices, choices, opportunity to meet new people i guess. This past week we took the train 2 days and drove 3 days, new challenges ahead. Im confused.

As usual,

Dont forget to greet a total stranger today.

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My Annual Physical Checkup

Good Morning peeps. On Friday i took some time off work and went for my scheduled annual medical checkup, recommend it for everyone. Before i tell you about my experience, a piece of advise. When you are in a doctors waiting room you may want to turn off your FB if you have friends that make you laugh. People are there because they are ill, they wont understand why you are happy. I got some cat eyes.

Things are different today than in my young days when you go for a checkup. Back then the doctor would enter the exam room have a quick chat then instruct you to undress as he or she left the room to give you some privacy. In between you may have been asked to step on the weight scale or measured to see how you are doing compared to the last time, while the doctor take notes.

Today its not like that. Its all about saving money. I could have prepared before the doctor came in since i know the drill but it ws cold in the room so i waited for him to show up. As expected, he appeared 10 mins after i had been taken to the exam room. I was his first appointment. He poke his head in the room and said, ‘if you are here for a check up, please get undress, ill be back in a minute’. Im guessing in part to save steps, money saver. I did, hoping he meant what he said, the room was cold.

When he came back, unlike the old days he had no charts or folder with my history, I believe its all online today to save money. I recall last year he actually showed up with his laptop which was having some issues, probably slows him down. I am not complaining, simply adjusting to the new reality of medical care. Here is the thing, last year after i did my tests I waited anxiously for two weeks for a call back. Finally i had to call to find out the results only to be told I would only get a call back if there were problems. I guess its about saving money.

As usual he took my blood pressure, then did it again, looked a little surprised at the result, then asked me if i was on medication. I figured he would know that but maybe his computer is broken so i replied no. He did not respond, i made a mental note to ask him about it at the end. He poked at my chest, poked and prodded what seems like an extra few times, then again asked me about my medication. I must confess I was getting a little worried. He then asked me to turm on my side and lower my shorts, haha you know where he is heading, this time i did not flinch, i knew what was coming. He asked me to stand up, my shorts still lowered and he went you know where, yes. Remember last week i commented about my shrinking body? Enough said.

When i first came to Calgary i had a female doctor with a sense of humor, i found a new doctor, this guy was dead serious, i like that. He then asked me again, if i was on medication, now im really worried.

Before i answered i decided to ask him why he keep asking me that. He said for my age, he had never seen such a low blood pressure without medication, asked me if i was on a diet, so i told him about my new healthy life sytyle.

If you want to know the secret to my healthy lifestyle Click Here..

In case you are wondering about my blood pressure, it is 120/80. Jo says its like having 20/20 vision or 80/20 hindsight.

As always,

Don’t forget to greet a total stranger today.

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They called him Ironman, I called him Skinny Arse.

Good Morning peeps. What a time im going through, you may remember at Christmas I hurt my back and was unable to exercise so i took a break, 3 months in fact.

It is hard to do anything physical without having a goal, so when i decided to start running the treadmill again i needed a goal. In high school i did steeplechase races, i recall the trail was 3 miles and i could cover the distance in just over 15 minutes. If you are wondering I would always finish in second place. Skinny Arse continually finished ahead of me. He was tall and skinny but its all relative I weighed 90lbs. You see where im going with this right.

GOAL: To finish ahead of Skinny Arse.

I devised a diabolical plan.The first day on the treadmill i did 1 mile in 15 minutes, the second 13 minutes, by the 5th day i was down to 11 minutes. Here is what I was thinking. If i could bring it down to under 10 minutes, and factor in my age,  i would have an imaginary race and beat the crap out of him. My logic may be twisted but I hate losing.

The 7th day was the big day. We lined up at the start, all in my head of course. The gun went off, GO, the race was on. I was imagined the crowds cheering as I pound the treadmill. Glorious feeling. I was feeling confident. As i was about to breeze by him, i did a dumb thing, i decided to put an imagine of Skinny Arse in my mind. I closed my eye to totally take in the feeling.

Have you ever closed your eyes on a moving treadmill? DON’T.

The race will have to wait until my back stop hurting.

As always,

Dont forget to greet a total stranger today.

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Ok, I like it, I like it a lot

Canada Rocky Mountains


Yesterday I spent the day with Jo in the mountains, the Alberta side of the Rocky Mountains, more precisely in Kananaskis and Canmore.

Let me set the record straight, I like being home, love working in my garden. Whenever I go out I can’t wait to get home. Jo convinced me to go to the mountains; she is such a patient person, I am not sure how she puts up with me.

I agreed to go providing we get support. Just last year I read about a mountain lion dragging a woman into the bush. I’m from St Kitts, we hate mountain lions actually there is none in St Kitts, we had Jack O Lantern but no mountain lions. Recently one of my FB friends told me there is no such thing as Jack O Lantern, the lights we saw in the mountain at night was guys making illegal alcohol. Don’t believe him, Jack O Lanterns are aliens.

As soon as we got to Kananaskis, we stop at the Information booth. The lady told us that there are lots of people around today so it should be safe. We should stay on the trails and make noise every few minutes. She said she had been hiking in that area and has never encountered a wild animal, but just in case you can buy ‘this Bear spray’, she handed me a canister in a nice leather pouch.

Jo and I got to the trail, there was no one else around, hmmmm so much for lots of people on the trail. I remember when I was a kid, if I had to venture off the beaten path; I always search for a stick first, it provided a bit of protection. I mentioned this to Jo, she looked around and picked up a twig and gave it to me. I was not impressed.

Jo’s idea of a defensive weapon

We did not get very far, I suggested we go back to the car and drive to another stop. Jo quickly agreed, she probably was as timid as I was.

As we drove off, I began thinking about how I got to be where I am in my life. People have always asked me why I came to Canada and the question is generally part of a weather conversation. The truth is I don’t have a good answer, I pretty much just wanted to go away.

I grew up I an era when everyone went away. It was the thing to do. In most cases it was to find a better life. You finished high school and you went away.

Canada was not my first choice; I wanted to go the USA or US Virgin Islands. I was impressed with the people that went there and came back with an awesome accent.

I wanted a new cool accent.

Remember I was a kid. I pretty much grew up with everything anyone can ask for. My dad was a great provider, but I just wanted to go away.

Wanted: new accent.

I had a couple of brothers and sisters who lived in England. I wanted to be a professional soccer player, but the images I had of England was dark and dreary, I read too many books I guess, remember I grew up being taught British History. My imagine of England was Miss Havisham a character in the Charles Dickens novel Great Expectations. On Sundays I got to listen to London Philharmonic Orchestra, dark and dreary and now boring. I’ve long learned England is not like that, its damp. HAHA FUNNY STUFF.

I actually liked the image I had in my mind of the USA, I was sure that Harold Robbins 39 Park Avenue was the way I wanted to live. Also growing up with so many sisters, romantic novels was easy to come by, who does not want a white picket fence and is able to go away every weekend to a cottage. Life could not be better.

My grandmother who was born in Nevis, actually lived in Ottawa back in the early 1900’s but for me to be here she had to meet my grandfather who also was from Nevis, but they met in NY. I have been trying to figure it out for a long time. My mom had a couple of sisters that were born in the USA, but she had to go back to St Kitts to meet my dad, else you would not be reading this. Today they are in the thousands in the US, my family are very prolific.

Then there was Canada.

In case you are not aware I have at least 12 siblings, they come and go, sometimes I hate them. One of my older sister had moved to Canada a year before and convinced me to apply for an immigrating pass. I did and they accepted me, all it took was 6 months. I was not prepared, truthfully I was hoping they would reject me, there was nothing really wrong with my life plus my dad offered to put me through post-secondary school, if I promised to return home. He had worked so hard to create a foundation for his kids and one by one we left.

What was my image of Canada? One of my high school teachers thought us about life on the Canadian Prairies, Potash, Wheat, Cattle and Cod Fish from Newfoundland, that was my knowledge of Canada, oh and I had a teacher once who was doing volunteer work on the island, I don’t think she knew much about Canada.

I had heard that Toronto was a big city but living in St Kitts, I had no concept of a big city.

I did do some research; Canada had never qualified for the World Cup of soccer. Maybe I could change that, is what I was thinking, Ok wishful thinking. For experience, I once represented St Kitts against Antigua and I had helped my soccer team to two consecutive years to championships, easy peasy, I was ready.

I arrived in Toronto on Jan 10th 1971. I know when I left St Kitts the temperature was in the low 80’sF. Nothing could have prepared me for the 10F temperature on my arrival. My sister had warned me to wear something warm, but still, where do you find something warm to wear in St Kitts?

I had spent all my hard earn cash on clothes, stylish clothes. My mom gave me a suite case, we use to call the valise, it was so big, all my belongings fitted in 1/3 of it. When I got it from the plane it looked like the wind was sucked out of it. The other folks on the plane were mostly returning from vacation and their suitcases were brimming. Not a god start. The guy who welcomed me, asked me why I would trade such great weather for Toronto’s.

At the time it seemed like a good idea, I was looking for a new accent.

My first impression, ‘holly crap what a big place’, back then I didn’t say crap, and we were still on the airport. My ride home on the HWY 401, words cannot describe how I felt, the speed, the cars, the lights, it was at night, I started counting the cars, but there were too many.

I think I was going to like this place.

The next day, I went to Zellers to buy a coat and boots and a hat. Came home with a coat, there was no way I was going to get caught dead in winter booths and a hat I was too cool. It snowed a few days later and I went to Zellers to buy boots and a hat. It did not take me long to realize that even the cool dudes and the pretty girls dressed warm. I was longing for home.

Toronto was clean and big and fast and most things I had read about America and pretty soon it began to win me over. I started to feel at home, yes I had lean times, but I know if you work hard and stay smart you can achieve anything. Life has been good for us.

Yesterday as I looked at the mountains, majestic and so Canadian; Canada the place where we raised four outstanding kids, we have a great family and lots of nice friends.

I don’t recall any of my kids saying they want to leave Canada, and I’m thinking;

So the next time im asked if I like Canada, my answer will be:

Canada, I like it, yes I like it a lot.

Happy Anniversary Canada.

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What is it with people anyway…again?

Yesterday I was walking through the mall on the Calgary Plus +15 one of the nicest things about Calgary.

Wikipedia says is the world’s most extensive pedestrian skywalk system, with a total length of 16 kilometers (9.9 miles) and 59 bridges. The system is named this way because the skywalks are approximately 15 feet (approximately 4.5 metres) above street level. (Some Plus 15 skywalks are multi-level, with higher levels being referred to as +30’s and +45’s.)

I spend a lot of my free time just walking and looking at people, that’s where I engage strangers in my good morning campaign. Engaging complete strangers by saying good morning which is followed with a big smile. For the most part people respond favorably, I get the odd look however.

The Plus 15 has a lot of eating places, they are all very busy between 11am and 1pm. Yesterday just about noon, I was walking through one of the many eateries when I spotted a female sitting down and eating a sandwich reading a newspaper. Me, being the nice friendly guy that I am decided to approach her as part of my experiment, I approached the table and sat down across from her.

I picked her because she looked really friendly. Let me repeat this is a crowded eatery.

Me: ‘Hi, it’s been a while since I last saw you’

Her with a mouth full: well she didn’t say anything just looked at me like I was a nut.

Me: ‘Nancy right? We use to work together.”

Her having swallowed: ‘are you sure. I don’t recognize you. Where did you say we worked?’

She was smiling now; I can tell she has a Spanish background from her accent.

My experiment was working, a very friendly person.

Me: I stood up, ‘Im sorry I was mistaken, I’ll leave you alone.’

Her: ‘that’s ok’

Then she looks me right in the eye, I’m thinking here it comes.

Her: ‘Where are you from?’

I had lots of choices, I can be from a lot of places, St Kitts, Nevis, Anguilla or Toronto. I sized her up.

Me: ‘Anguilla.’

Her: ‘ I am from Cuba.’ Actually she said Cooba, with an awesome accent.

Yes someone I can relate to. We chatted for a couple more minutes; I was already standing so I just waked away wondered if I would ever see again. Next time I’ll ask her name.

Why are people the way they are, always wanting to know where you are from?

So I’ve decided to rewrite my story from last week.

As you probably know we moved from Toronto to Calgary 7 years ago. In Toronto I was a consultant/programmer, maintain a software application I had developed some years earlier and was really tired of it, so I jumped at the chance to do something new. How hard would it be to restart?

My first job interview, I was doing really well, had the guy eating out of my hands, I am who I am, well you don’t know me, so let me tell you, I am a little mischievous and very confident. I have a job interviewing technique, I call it ‘the Tony job interview technique’; I do the interviewing, you know I interview the interviewer; it takes a lot of practice, which I have.

Anyway the interviewer asked me how long I have been living in Calgary, it was Stampede time, everyone dressed like a cowboy and I dressed like I worked on Bay Street, the financial district in Toronto. I said three weeks, he was not surprised, I think it was the three piece striped suit that outed me. He asked me where I moved from, I proudly said Toronto. I spent most of my adult life in Toronto, sometimes I forget that my accent would give the impression that was not so.

Like I said I was doing great in the interview, knew all about the interviewer and his blended family, where he was going for vacation etc. I was an expert in the job subject, so why not, I knew I was getting this job, unless the guy was a total moron.

I have a bad habit of not knowing when to stop talking. At the end I was feeling so confident, I started to talk about all the things I loved about Toronto; he seemed interested so why not, when I was finished he practically told me to go back to Toronto. What did I do wrong, doesn’t everyone love Toronto?

Well over the next few months I began to realize that people in Calgary don’t want to hear about Toronto, so when I was asked where I was from, I would point east, now that could be anywhere, right. I’m sure you know the story about the wise men travelling from the east, im one of of them, Alberta has abundance.

Where I’m going with this?

No it’s not about Calgary; it’s about people wanting to know where you are from.

I was born and spent my teenage years in St Kitts, if you don’t know where that is, take a plane to Jamaica, everyone knows where that is, then take a big boat and go south, ask the driver to keep left, for two days and whammo you are in St Kitts. Warning, if you get to Trinidad it means you can’t count; I said two days, not four, turn around.
Do you notice that when you say you are from the Caribbean people no longer ask if that is Jamaica? I am so use to explaining that it’s not, I just do it just in case.

A side story.

I was going to fly to NY a while back and when I got to the airport the US custom guy asked me where I was from. St Kitts of course, he had my passport. He shouted to the other customs folks, ‘does anyone know where St Kitts is?’ he was messing with me. He had his honeymoon in St Kitts.

I felt yea big, so yes I get defensive.

In case you missed it, I am from St Kitts, my dad is not from St Kitts though he was from Anguilla. The people from Anguilla have a noticeably different accent. Sad to say but the people in St Kitts made fun of Anguillans, seems like I’m always in the wrong place.

What is it with people?

I must tell you, my dad was fiercely Anguillan, loved his country and I don’t believe anyone has ever made fun of his heritage to his face. He had a reputation. Today if you asked me where I’m from, my answer would depend on who was asking;

I’m maybe from St Kitts, if you are from a smaller island in the Caribbean hahaha, good one,

or Toronto if you are from anyplace else in Canada other than Calgary,

for Calgarians, to make my life easy I’m from Anguilla, seems exotic, plus they don’t know the accent.

I get a lot of; ‘you are from Angola’? Silly people, no Anguilla , it’s close to St Martin, take a plane go south past Jamaica to St Martin……

I once travelled from Anguilla to St Martin in a fishing boat with a small outboard motor, yes its really close. Recently I have been rediscovering my St Martin family, my dad had three brothers that migrated there. So many exotic places to visit ,hmmm soon.

Darn almost forgot, for those who know me personally, I’m also from Nevis, that’s where my mom’s from.
pheww, that was close.

If you don’t know, St Kitts and Nevis are one country, I don’t talk much about Nevis because St Kitts and Nevis peoples sometimes conflict because of politics, so when I am talking to someone from the federation, if I don’t know for sure which island they are from, I’m from Trafalgar (that’s the village where I was born), seems no one is threatened by that.

Will I ever be Calgarian? Probably, I don’t think I’m done being from someplace else as yet.

I love Calgary but the weather…..

You are probably wondering why I told a total stranger, my new friend in the Plus + that I was from Anguilla?

I was hoping she would ask me where that was. Sometimes I like when people ask.

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What is it with people anyway?

Yesterday I was sitting around having taken a day off from work with the intention of writing something for my blog. I was struggling, I don’t know how many times I got up, went outside, dug up some weeds, came back inside sat down, nothing. At one point I was actually thinking maybe I should just give up.

Here is what keeps me going, retirement age is fast approaching and I would love to take up writing but I need to practice. I try to write about my experiences; maybe I’m running out of experiences or just forgetting.
Currently I am working on a huge project at my day job and its totally consuming my creativity.

Last night I was about to go to bed and I’m my gloomy self I remembered an experience from 7 years ago which I can write about;

My first job interview in Calgary. I made some notes and went to bed.

As you probably know we moved from Toronto to Calgary 7 years ago. In Toronto I was a consultant/programmer, maintain a software application I had develop some years earlier and was really tired of it, so I jumped at the chance to do something new. I get bored easily, I think its ADD.

OK enough of the intro stuff, the interview.

I was doing really well, had the guy eating out of my hands, I am who I am, well you don’t know me, so let me tell you, I am a little conceited and very confident. I have a job interviewing technique, I call it ‘the Tony job interview technique’; I do the interviewing, you know I interview the interviewer; it takes a lot of practice, which I have. I have been fired a few times.

No I’m not incompetent.

Anyway the interviewer asked me how long I have been living in Calgary, it was Stampede time, everyone dressed like a cowboy and I dressed like I worked on Bay Street, the financial district in Toronto. I said three weeks, he was not surprised, I think it was the three piece striped suit that outed me. He asked me where I moved from, I proudly said Toronto. I spent most of my adult life in Toronto, sometimes I forget that my accent would give the impression that was not so. So now I have to explain, later.

Like I said I was doing great, knew all about the interviewer and his blended family, where he was going for vacation etc. I was an expert in the job subject, so why not, I knew I was getting this job, unless the guy was total moron.

I have a bad habit of not knowing when to stop talking. At the end I was feeling so confident, I started to talk about all the things I loved about Toronto; he seemed interested so why not, when I was finished he practically told me to go back to Toronto. What did I do wrong, doesn’t everyone love Toronto?

That was my first experience in Calgary with the ‘no not everyone love Toronto syndrome’.

Well over the next few months I began to realize that people in Calgary don’t want to hear about Toronto, so when I was asked where I was from, I would point east. If someone wanted to know more, id humbly say Ontario and if they insisted, I’d say toronto, small cap. I’m not a fool.

Where I’m going with this?

No it’s not about Calgary, it’s about people.

I was born and spent my teenage years in St Kitts, if you don’t know where that is, take a plane to Jamaica, everyone knows where that is, then take a big boat and go south, ask the driver to keep left, for two days and whammo you are in St Kitts. Warning, if you get to Trinidad it means you can’t count; I said two days, not four, turn around.

Geez I was tired of telling people that I’m not from Jamaica, but near, so I use it as a marker to point to St Kitts. This is not about Jamaica either.

A side story. I was going to fly to NY once and when I got to the airport the US custom guy asked me where I was from. I only had a St Kitts passport then. When I told him, he shouted to the other customs folks, ‘does anyone know where St Kitts is?’ he was messing with me. He had his honeymoon in St Kitts. I felt yea big, yes I get defensive.

In case you missed it, I am from St Kitts, my dad is not from St Kitts though, he was from Anguilla. In the old days the two islands were politically tied and made up a three islands ‘country’ with Nevis. The people from Anguilla have a noticeably different accent. We would sometimes tease my dad.

Sad to say but the people in St Kitts made fun of Anguillans, seems like I’m always in the wrong place. What is it with people?

As a kid I wanted to belong, so my attitude was I am from St Kitts, not Anguilla, Dad you are on your own.

I must tell you, my dad was fiercely Anguillan, loved his country and I don’t believe anyone has ever made fun of his heritage to his face. He had a reputation. Today if you asked me where I’m from, my answer would depends on who you are, I’m may be from St Kitts, if you are from a smaller island in the Caribbean or Toronto if you are from anyplace else in Canada other than Calgary, for Calgarians, to make my life easy, I’m from Anguilla, seems exotic, plus they don’t know the accent. There is a downside, I get a lot of; ‘you are from Angola’? Silly people, no Anguilla, Google it, it’s close to St Martin, take a plane go south past Jamaica……

I once travelled from Anguilla to St Martin in a fishing boat with a small outboard motor.

Darn almost forgot, for those who know me personally, I’m also from Nevis, that’s where my mom’s from, pheww, that was close.

If you don’t know, St Kitts and Nevis are one country, I don’t talk much about Nevis because St Kitts and Nevis peoples sometimes conflict because of politics, so when I am talking to someone from the federation, if I don’t know for sure which island they are from, I’m from Trafalgar (that’s the village where I was born), seems no one is threatened by that.

Not that long ago, I met a guy from Nevis on FB and we got chatting about the old days. I tried to show off and told him my mom was Nevisan. We chatted for a while and when we were finished he said, ‘by the way, before you go telling anyone that you are from Nevis, it’s not Nevisan, its Nevisian’. I was humbled. I Googled it, both are there. Not sure which it is, Im from St Kitts, a Kittitian.

I am thinking of getting my genes analyzed and getting a certificate that shows all the places I’m from.

When am I going to be from Calgary? I don’t think I’m done being from someplace else as yet, I love Calgary but the weather…..

Which brings me to my point, what is it about people, why do we need to know where people are from?

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