Now I had to make sure there was no one on my trail. I decided to stay in
Saint John for a
few days, keeping quiet and thinking. The first thing I did when we got off the ferry was
find a map of the city. I found a restaurant and sat down with the kids to eat, looking at
the map. Not a very big city, but nice. Along with a map came a small history. It seems
that this city was one of the first in Canada, and was going downhill fast by the end of
2008. When the Pulse hit America, Saint John's port re-opened and took a lot of Boston's
business. Not a bad way to turn your city around. Now it was thriving, and had grown a
lot to the East since then. Looking at the map, I found a few small towns lay to the West
of the city, I turned the map over and found smaller ones of those towns. One that caught
my eye was Bay-West. Looking at the history, it said in the late 1990's it was a small
town and a village, which came together to form one town. Nice. I figured I might take
the kids out to see it if we had some time. But for now, I planned on staying in the city.
Putting the map away, I noticed a pile of newspapers lying on the counter, telling Nicolas
to stay at the table; I went over to look through the pile. One was Halifax's paper, one
Toronto's and one was the local paper. I took it and went back to the table. The front-
page headline caught my eye. It said Nova Scotia's nighttime cat burglar had been caught
late last night two towns away from where we stopped! That was impossible! I must have
had a poor copycat, it was nice to know I was famous, but at least for now I was off the
radar for a bit. Now what. I thought about settling down again, maybe for a little while.
But what would I do with the kids?
~~
few days, keeping quiet and thinking. The first thing I did when we got off the ferry was
find a map of the city. I found a restaurant and sat down with the kids to eat, looking at
the map. Not a very big city, but nice. Along with a map came a small history. It seems
that this city was one of the first in Canada, and was going downhill fast by the end of
2008. When the Pulse hit America, Saint John's port re-opened and took a lot of Boston's
business. Not a bad way to turn your city around. Now it was thriving, and had grown a
lot to the East since then. Looking at the map, I found a few small towns lay to the West
of the city, I turned the map over and found smaller ones of those towns. One that caught
my eye was Bay-West. Looking at the history, it said in the late 1990's it was a small
town and a village, which came together to form one town. Nice. I figured I might take
the kids out to see it if we had some time. But for now, I planned on staying in the city.
Putting the map away, I noticed a pile of newspapers lying on the counter, telling Nicolas
to stay at the table; I went over to look through the pile. One was Halifax's paper, one
Toronto's and one was the local paper. I took it and went back to the table. The front-
page headline caught my eye. It said Nova Scotia's nighttime cat burglar had been caught
late last night two towns away from where we stopped! That was impossible! I must have
had a poor copycat, it was nice to know I was famous, but at least for now I was off the
radar for a bit. Now what. I thought about settling down again, maybe for a little while.
But what would I do with the kids?
~~