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I’ve always like that song, by R. Dean Taylor. Ironically, he was from Toronto, Ontario, which is where our guests Tony and Marie were flying out of last night, on their way to Indianapolis, Indiana, to visit family. Having stayed with us for a few days already, they left our home yesterday afternoon for the second leg of their trip to North America.
I have to say, they were the perfect guests—clean, tidy, extremely helpful in the kitchen; they even washed, dried and folded all the bed sheets and towels they’d used during their stay, and then left a ‘thank you’ card and two bottles of wine on the kitchen counter. It was certainly a pleasure to have them stay.
I wonder if they had Indiana Wants Me playing in their heads as they sped towards the airport in a taxi—and as huge black thunderclouds loomed on the horizon, preparing to unleash their fury on southern Ontario?
There was some fairly widespread damage done last night by the resulting tornadoes that touched down in certain areas. The atrocious weather conditions caused all flights from Pearson Intl. Airport to be canceled, including the one Tony and Marie were scheduled to take.
So it came as no surprise when we finally received a text message from them, asking if they could come back in a cab and stay with us some more!
The earliest flight they could take, after the scheduled one was canceled, was for the following day. Given that they were only staying in Indianapolis for a couple of days before flying on to Montreal, it didn’t make sense to fly back and forth across the country in such a short period of time. So, we made enough food for four people, cracked open the wine they’d left for us and threw open our door for their return visit.
At least there were crisp, clean sheets already washed and folded for them.
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