Mike Jones who lives in Calgary, Canada is a truly outstanding and trustworthy guy. He found my walled in the Eau Claire cinemas and tried to return it by hand-delivering it to me, but only our babysitter was home. My wife and I were having a drink at Joey’s when we realized I’d lost my wallet. Mike wouldn’t leave it with the babysitter, instead he left his number. When I called him he came to the house again to hand-deliver my wallet. I couldn’t believe he found it and how honest he was, and he said he’d lost his own wallet in the past too and knew how much hardship it causes. I sure appreciated him giving it back.
Mike wouldn’t take any money as a reward, I offered all the cash in my wallet as a thank-you. He refused any cash. In fact he wouldn’t take anything so I asked if he drank wine and then gave him a couple of bottles of my finest wine from my stock.
Thank-you again to Mike Jones for finding my wallet and being a great guy. He gave it back, hand-delivered! You are one of a kind Mike, one in a million too, and I wish more people were like you, it restores my faith in future of the human race! :)
It started with one of the best drives in Canada. The family decided to take a road trip from Calgary and head south through the Crowsnest Pass through Cranbrook and Creston, BC. From there we headed north along the huge Kootenay Lake in the interior of BC — I really do think this is one of the best drives in Canada and would do it again in a heartbeat. We took my Porsche 911 along the tight, twisty curves with my wife next to me and my daughter in the child seat in the back. I’ve dreamed of making this drive with the family in a Porsche for almost twenty years. Now that I’m in my 40s and finally own a 997-series Carrera S, we just had to do the road trip in the summer of 2013. The drive was awesome, and both my wife and daughter enjoyed it too. It’s a long drive and if we had more than a weekend we might have stopped halfway to spend the night. We reached the Kootenay Bay ferry about seven hours after leaving Calgary, including some stops for gas and food. It was a short wait to board the ferry and less than two hours to go until we’re at Nelso. Across the lake from Balfour down to Nelson is also a great drive, and from the ferry it was only about 30 mins until we reached Nelson through tight twisty roads.
We stayed at the New Grand Hotel in Nelson, mostly because it was the only hotel with a room available over the August long weekend. The place was packed. It’s not a bad hotel if you don’t mind rooms that haven’t changed much since the 70s. In fact the staff are quite friendly and nice to chat with and the attached restaurant had really great food. There is a small parking lot behind the hotel that always seems to be full even for guest so I parked across the street right from the hotel instead – and the street was packed with cars, so I thought its was safe.
Unfortunately that night my car was keyed most likely by some drunk asshole miscreant puny thug. None of the other cars in the area were keyed, just mine. Why, because it was a Porsche and the vandal was jealous? Somehow I expected it too, because there were so many loud, drunk assholes outside our hotel that it kept the three of us awake a 3am that morning. I found a long scratch along the passenger door panel that went right down to the metal. It looks like this:
I had parked nicely, I had driven nicely the day before too, and my car was right in front of the hotel. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised though. All night there were obnoxious drunks walking and running along the street, yelling and doing stupid things. The noise peaked somewhere between 2:30am and 3:00am that night, and the walls of the hotel are paper thin — we could hear our neighbours next door talking in their room, and more than that we could hear the drunks outside quite clearly. I couldn’t sleep, and with all the noise I had a bad feeling about my car… I regret not moving it, but I didn’t know where else to put it.
I was in a foul mood the next day after seeing the vandalism on my car. I wrote a lot of shit here to gripe about it, and then subsequently deleted it. Pictures tell enough of the story.
I came back from Paris, France recently and had a fantastic time! The food, culture, language, beauty and architecture all around is great and I found myself eating baguettes with fois gras, mixed charcuterie and camembert cheese just about every day in the various cafes found everywhere in the city. I also discovered some interesting drink new combinations, which inspired me to make up a new drink this evening.
I’ll call it Escape Port, because it’s red and looks (but doesn’t taste) like port. Ingredients:
1 oz tequila – (try Aha Toro sipping tequila, from Mexico)
1 oz Chambord – (chambord black raspberry liqueur, from France)
splash of your favourite red wine (optional)
Serve in a normal port glass.
What’s interesting to me is that even without the red wine, the drink resembles a port in its colour and is nice to sip.
The ingredients are an interesting mix, I know. I was wondering what I was going to do with that Cambord liqueur I bought… there you go.
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