Some to the fascination of a name surrender judgement hoodwinked.
It has always fascinated me the names that people will call the place where they live, or used to live or for that matter want to live.
It appears Toronto has many nicknames and depending on who and what century these people are from you will always here a different one. Hog Town and The Big Smoke come to mind. It does not surprise me much as I know a thing or two about nicknames that stick and I do know I love this city no matter what they call it.
I was lucky enough to cruise into Toronto by train for a couple of hours to grab a quick lunch and some hugs to celebrate Kat’s Birthday we only had two hours but we jammed it full, this is an easy thing to do in Toronto, with its incredibly convenient variety of places to eat and those ever present views of the unexpected, the anticipated and its ever present stimulating environment.
The city was clad in a fog that shrouded most of its tall wonders and had my mind filled with questions about the mysteries that lie above. Could this foggy day be recreating The Big Smoke that sometimes surrounds this city from the massive chimneys spewing who knows what from industries that fill the city? I found the fog comforting and extremely beautiful and I do understand that those industries are what keep this city running.
There is always something going on, be that the construction, the traffic waiting patiently or in some cases not. The different modes of transportation has always fascinated this girl from the country and the ease at which the people walking can find their way around with all the signs that one day will say go this way and the very next day say go that. Kat having lived here for a long time now is very good at figuring it out and we had no problems. We did come across a sign and a row of orange clad hard hat guys standing like soldiers guarding a hole in the ground in the middle of the downtown.
I am not sure about you but this still has me wondering about what could possibly be lurking down there. I snapped a photo and commented to Kat in jest; we don’t see that kind of thing down on the farm. Two of the many construction workers who I am pretty sure were supposed to remain very staunch and firm giggled, oh yes you heard me they giggled. I suspect they never seen a country girl before.
I was amazed and saddened that those two hours went by so very fast and knowing Kat would be going on an adventure herself for a while I guess I did not want to leave her but Kat had to get to work so she led me through the busy streets of Hog Town, The Big Smoke or Toronto (whatever) making our way around all those confusing signs telling us where to go and she deposited me in front of the GO bus heading for Hamilton nicknamed Steel Town.
She stood there making sure I did not wander off and watched me climb aboard, I wondered if she was thinking her old farm girl Mom may wander off and get lost. I rather like the attention and the concern for my safety, so I did not complain. I think she, like I did not want those two hours to end. She may have been right in her protective actions there could possibly have been some confusion if I had wandered off because there is so much to see in this city, I have to admit I tend to get distracted and ignore all those confusing signs.
I am going to keep going back till I have seen it all, it may take some time but I am up for the challenge.
Happy Birthday Kat and thank you Hog town, The Big Smoke, Toronto or whatever name you go by today.
I totally understand. Buttons.
On a different note remember my friend Holly who I met in Hamilton on Locke Street last week she apparently thought the same of me as I of her. Love new friends, look forward to meeting her again...check out her version of our meeting HERE she looks lovely in one of Bossy2's hats don't you think? Thanks Holly.