It’s official. For the first time in my life, I left the comfy freedom-laden confines of the United States of Murica to go to a work conference in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. To preface this, I will say I enjoy airline travel and and airports about as much as I do going to the dentist or the DMV. That said, I got my passport and booked a flight some months ago. At the time, I had a small epiphany. I realized the band RUSH’s instrumental called “YYZ” was inspired by the airport code for Toronto Pearson International Airport. Apparently, the intro is based on a Morse code thing for the airport. The song entered my mind several times.
It’s a cool piece of music and there’s no Ayn Rand involved. Getting back to my visit to Toronto, I caught an Uber from said YYZ to the hotel and heard “Sundown” by Canadian Gordon Lightfoot on the way there. Bonus! There was plenty of traffic on a Saturday night, which I found slightly odd, but I think the Blue Jays were playing. Former-Royal Whit Merrifiled homered during the game. (For the record, I actually despise the Royals, but Merrifield is a hustling type of player that I respect.)
I’d like to tell you I had oodles of time and energy to see Toronto, but I was actually part of a team running the conference so I didn’t. Naturally, I tried to make smart yet convenient food choices. There was a well-known coffee and doughnut shop Tim Horton’s location across the street and a place called Beaver Tails which served some scrumptious pastries shaped like beaver tails. I thoroughly enjoyed both. Another highlight of my trip was the view of Toronto Harbour from my room. It’s not just that it was a view of the harbour, but I saw a pirate ship and sea plane, too. The hotel had a few things named “quay”, which I will leave up to you to Google.
Eventually, I had to come back to Kansas City International Airport. Everyone here calls it “K-C-I”, but the actual airport code is MCI. That’s a good example of why I despise airline travel. Letters, numbers, abbreviations. You book a flight months in advance to save money. You’re assigned a gate number. Then said gate number changes. Kind of defeats the purpose of the initial gate assignment, don’t you think? Maybe airports could merge with casinos and passengers could just spin a wheel to see which gate they’ve been assigned. Everyone else could place bets.
When I finally got to the charter bus for my parking lot, the bus driver was extremely displeased that I didn’t have the 1 mm x 1 mm square with my assigned parking row and numbers. However, I did actually write down those crucial numbers on my 8.5 x 11″ printed reservation for parking. I explained to him the concept that the numbers written in larger print on a larger piece of paper were easier to read, easier to keep track of, and still contained the needed information. I actually, willingly chose to write it on unofficial parking lot paper. This shattered his entire universe, but I verbally dug in without having to apply any martial arts compliance techniques and actually got to my vehicle. By the way, I also resisted punching a work “partner” in his gritted teeth . He had a meltdown about me touching the conference badges while his beloved printer was doing its thing. This must be why I would rather live in my own music-laden universe and leave the letters, numbers, and meltdowns to everyone else.
Till next time, keep your Mojo on the Horizon!











