In early 2008 my eldest nephew Chris came to Ottawa to visit for five or six days. It was the first time I had ever hosted a family member for an extended stay and the first time I really spent much time with Chris.
And wow, did I keep him busy. We did a thousand things – the Museum of Science and Technology, the War Museum, the Parliament Buildings, the Aviation Museum…it quickly got to the point where the moment we finished one activity he would invariably and immediately turn to me and ask “what’s next?” and I would then whisk him off on our next outing.
I found out a lot about Chris during his visit. On a trip to the canal, for example, I found out he can’t skate. At all. He was so bad on blades he reminded me of me as a kid, and that’s saying something.
I also learned that dropping $150 on a pair of half-decent tickets to the Sens/Pens game on March 1st, 2008 was essentially a waste of money. As we sat down in our seats the first question out of his mouth was, “How many periods are there?”
I looked at him with astonishment. “Really?!?!” I asked him, unable to hide my shock.
I hope he had a good time, but clearly it wasn’t the thrill of his life or anything. I was also disappointed as this was to be my first time seeing Sidney Crosby play hockey but he was out with a concussion.
A final memory of the day was sitting in the parking lot for literally two hours waiting to get out of the Saturday afternoon game, a wait made all the more frustrating by the fact that my SUV was a tiny little curb-jump away from being out of the lot and on to the road but the cop standing there would not allow me to make the move, even when he realized that I was essentially blocked in. The hours went by and he kept not letting me just jump that one little curb.
The Sens won, 5-4.