Autumn at AMBS |
St. Julian Ukrainian Catholic Church near Rosthern |
United States of America. There are a
lot of them (50, a nice round number—you wouldn't want to add
another) and we drove through parts of 5 to get here. Wisconsin was
beautiful although it would have been spectacular a few weeks ago
with it's rolling hills and valleys under autumn-painted deciduous
trees. Illinois means Chicago and you can grow a beard navigating
through stalled-traffic backups and construction on the Chicago Loop. The building of overpasses is the apparent job-creation project of the time in America; as I waited to move past another construction site I wondered: Why don't overpass and Passover mean the same thing?
Close call on the 80/90 Interstate
east of Gary; we were in the right lane of 3 when a driver in the
centre lane made a last-second decision to take an exit. He probably
didn't see us, because he cut right in front of us. Luckily, I
possess the reflexes of a 20 year-old and I drive a car with
excellent brakes. I think we left half of our rubber on the road.
An earlier trip through Wisconsin had
Agnes pulled over by a state trooper; she was going 65 mph in a 55
mph zone. She got off with charm and a promise never, ever to do it
again. Now there appears to be absolutely no note taken of speed
limits, even in construction zones.
You need to be awake driving around
Minneapolis-St. Paul and Chicago particularly.
Radio purports to offer entertainment
and information as you drive, an absolute necessity on the second and
third days of a trip when everything you have to say to each other
has already been said . . . twice. American radio appears to be
mainly commercial advertising with periodic breaks for another
country song that sounds exactly like the one before it, or religious
programming of the milk kind (as opposed to meat). Public radio is a
better choice; we found that when one NPR FM station fades out, you
can usually find another just by searching one or two steps on the
radio dial. News, intelligent discussion and classical music leans
towards those with CBC 2 tastes.
I remember traveling through southern
Alberta on our way to Whitefish, Montana with friends years ago. We
stopped at a gas station and Ted rolled down his window and asked the
attendant where on the dial CBC could be found. “I don't know,”
he said. “What are you, some kind of intellectuals?”
From our apartment on the AMBS campus
we could very nearly hit 4 Mennonite churches with thrown rocks.
We've picked one for tomorrow on Hively Ave. Down the street from us
is the headquarters of MC USA, a conference undergoing considerable
controversy right now over the same-sex marriage issue. I hope to
spend some time there trying to take the temperature of the
conversation first hand.
Monday we begin work; most likely in
the data/edit/library areas, but I suspect we'll also be raking
leaves. The campus is huge, heavily treed and . . . well, you can
picture the rest. We're replacing an Edmonton couple who really
enjoyed their time here, so we're optimistic.