I often get the question, how many people visit frbobscorner.com. I thought I would show you this graph that is compiled by sitemeter. It’s not a lot when compared to traffic on the popular big sites, but enough to motivate me to continue posting.
I should be posting more often now that my summer holiday is over. I didn’t do anything very exotic like last year’s visit to Switzerland, but I did enjoy myself with family and friends. I finished my holiday with a visit to Williamstown Fair – just roamed the grounds with camera in hand and captured a few pictures. It was a beautiful day for a fair, and the crowds were there to enjoy it. Here are a few pictures for those of you who would like a glimpse of the 198th Annual Williamstown Fair – Canada’s Oldest Town Fair. MY PICTURES
I have not been posting since my heart attack, and am now trying to figure out, if I will continue blogging, and how much.
December 3rd was a scary day for me. At about 3:30 in the afternoon I developed heavy chest pain. Since I often experience muscle spasms even in the chest, I did not take it seriously at first. When the pain persisted I began to suspect it was more than a spasm. Around 6:30pm I walked into emergency at Glengarry Memorial Hospital in Alexandria, Ontario to discover that I was having a heart attack. Thanks to the emergency staff at the hospital I was quickly diagnosed and administered a clot-busting drug, and sent by ambulance to the Heart Institute in Ottawa where a stent was placed in a heart artery. The Doctor who preformed the procedure told me that the Doctor and nurses at Glengarry Memorial had saved my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you - I just don’t know what else to say, and I will always be grateful. As well, I am truly grateful to the Ottawa Heart Institute. Are we ever fortunate to have Canada’s best Heart Hospital in our own back yard. What a fantastic Institution!
The six hour flight from Montreal to Zurich was uneventful and ordinary, but the short flight from Zurich to Geneva was a blur of people, rushing crowds,moving sidewalks, and even a short underground train ride with passengers transferring to various flights crammed body to body in what looked like Toronto or Montreal Metro subway cars. People rushed from the cars onto the platform to security inspection lines in a frenzied blur when we arrived at the dis-embarking station. Most seemed to know where they were going, but I had no idea whether or not I was at the right transfer station. Fortunately, luck was with me, and I was at the right place and made my connection just in time. The flight to Geneva only took 30 minutes on a flight heading for Moscow. After a fretful 20 minute wait for my baggage from Montreal. I was sure my baggage would be delayed, but it magically appeared and I was through customs in two minutes. I was greeted by my sister (Louise) and brother-in-law. Bert (brother-in-law) said a quick word of welcome as he was heading Khazistan for four days.
