Hip Hip Hooray
Home Sat Feb 18th Made it down to breakfast 2 days after op Our one disappointment from our trip to Calgary was that we didn't see one horse, cow or cowboy/girl. The closest I got was a visit to Lammle's to buy a pair of jeans as the ones I flew out in developed a split where a fella doesn't want a split. Lammle's stock everything 'cowhand' including tack for your horse. More designs of boots than a cowhand could wear in a lifetime. I resisted the temptation. The taxi who took us for Fred's x-rays on Sunday, certainly had 'the knowledge' of the city. Thirty five minutes south of the hotel, he knew the street numbering sufficiently well to correct the address we gave him. Quite a coincidence, but t he following morning he was at the front of the taxi queue to take us north of the city to the former maternity hospital for Fred's op. An early start as she had to be there for 0700 Monday. I decided to walk back which is always a better way ...