A few years ago I flew to Europe. We were for about one hour over the Atlantics, when we smelled that something burns. The plane turned around and made an emergency landing in Halifax, Nova Scotia. They didn't allow us to leave the plane. In two hours we were in the air again. The passengers demanded an explanation and finally we heard the captains voice: "The crew of mechanics thouroghly checked the plane and found nothing wrong". The passsengers were puzzled, worryingly looking at each other. "Oh captain, you are such a stupid ass", I said to myself, "you could've said, it was a minor problem and it is fixed now, and folks would have a piece of mind".
That's what comes to my mind, when I hear Halifax, Nova Scotia.
Mary MacADNski: That is a bad memory. Maybe you can erase it now with a memory of a man in a blue shirt fishing in Halifax Harbour. Today's shot is of the same fisher but with one of the bridges linking the two cities.
Mary MacADNski: Yes, my kids have all lived here and one will be again soon so I spend a fair amount of time here. It's a nice change from the country life.
[grin]