Jeepers Barb, at that location Erie's not much more than a wide river. It was always a nice sail across from around Cleveland over to Port Stanley(? I think that was name of the place). The prevailing winds were good both up and back, and you could sail back and forth across the border when I was much much younger without hassle. There was a little place ,not much bigger than a shack near the PS shore that served up "Fish & Chips" on newspaper, no utensils, didn't need 'em. Loved the vinegar on the "chips" and the fish (perch). Always the first place we went once we set anchor. Talk about bilingual though, I grew up in easter side of Cleveland. I spoke five languages by the time I was five. Had to if I wanted to play with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood.The house was just at the edge of other ethnic neighborhoods and none of us kids thought much of it. Of course my poor dad was always confused at the dinner table (I'd tend to forget we spoke English, Slovenian or Gaelic at home depending upon which grandparents were around) when I'd jabber away in Polish ,German,Ukranian, Yiddish or whatever. Heck I didn't know (I was only five) my dad didn't know those languages like I did. About ten years back I was out doing my job with one of my coworkers inspecting an importer's warehouse and running some tests on product. The guy who had the import company was so bad at English, I finally kicked into Russian to make it a lot simpler for both of us. U should have seen the look on my coworkers face! Priceless! But I'd never survive in k-beck (southern Ohioan for Quebec). Of course as luck would have it, my present gal pal is from an Irish/Italian family. Doesn't know a spec of Gaelic, but if she gets upset, OH, the Italian flows forth! (I think it's just as well I don't know that one.) Thanks for dredging up some pleasant memories BD, sorry to step on the thread Tom. Tom, hope the Easter break is going well with the youngsters. Happy Easter to all that stop by this thread.
