Do the crosswalk of life
Let's quickly rewind how I somehow managed today to kind of get invited to Ethiopia. I am just back from Rogers Place in downtown Edmonton. I walked there with Averra to make sure he got to the proper entrance. He works housekeeping at the arena. He has been in Canada for just a few weeks. He wasn't sure where to go. This might have been his first day on the job. We got to the staff check-in after some good directions from a friendly face at the arena information desk. On the way to the arena we had talked about the weather. It's a windy evening in downtown Edmonton. Minus seven. But it feels colder. He said he was from Ethiopia and had come to Canada to join his wife. I said I don't know much about Ethiopia, but I know Addis is the capital. "a-DISS," he said, gently correcting my ADDis pronunciation. He told me the city has four million people, is inexpensive, has great food and, then, laughing, that it's always summer there. Averra and ...