[TAC] For Hank and others

[Kurt T. Meyers]

Here's an excerpt from "This year's late-summer trip takes us to Halifax for the very first time" by Roger Holliday and Claudia Fischer, The Blade, Toledo, OH, Sept. 4, 2005, Section I, Page 10:

    ................But then, in one of those curious epiphanous moments, induced perhaps by the alignment of the planets, we switched plans once again and decided to visit the Canadian Maritimes, and Nova Scotia, in particular.
    It was a destination that we'd often looked at before, and we already had several guidebooks, but for some reason we'd never actually made the trip.
    So with just a week before our departure date, an urgent call was made to our travel agent, who snagged us last-minute seats on Northwest's Airlink to Halifax, a rental car for a week, and a room for the first and last nights at the downtown Cambridge Suites.
    On the appointed day, and after slaloming our way through orange barrels down to Detroit, our plane took off, only slightly late, from Detroit's McNamara Terminal -- destination Halifax, just 2-1/2 hours away.
    Our arrival there was less than auspicious. The rain was pelting down and the sea wind blowing hard. We had an unfamiliar car -- a midsize Pontiac Grand Am -- an airport in the act of closing down, and 40 minutes of uncharted landscape ahead.
    But, apart from a few white-knuckle moments, we made it safely, and less than an hour later we were sitting pretty in Maxwell's Plum, a noisy, gregarious student bar, with peanut shells covering the floor, confronting enormous platters of fresh Nova Scotian fish and chips and a pitcher of locally brewed Alexander Keith's Indian Pale Ale.
    And thus, in the province of "doers and dreamers" did our own Maritime "walkabout" begin.

Excerpted by Kurt, W8IQ