Trivia bit. Name the smallest State capital city in the USA by population.

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Remember I live in a city with over 300 Tim Horton's stores. I can walk to the local Tim's in under 5 minutes. Montpellier was a very pretty place in the winter at night, with the main street all aglow with Christmas lights and decorations. I am sure there has been some developments in the past decades there. JimB.
 

Montpellier was a very pretty place in the winter at night, with the main street all aglow with Christmas lights and decorations. I am sure there has been some developments in the past decades there. JimB.
Sounds like a Norman Rockwell or Thomas Kinkade scene... I love those kinds of places. That said, I've never stepped foot into Vermont but maybe I should add it to a travel list.
 
Sounds like a Norman Rockwell or Thomas Kinkade scene... I love those kinds of places. That said, I've never stepped foot into Vermont but maybe I should add it to a travel list.
You have captured that scene correctly. As I said I had a number of regular runs that started in Montreal, and went south into either New York State, or New Jersey. One of my favorite things was taking the car ferry across Lake Champlain, from the NY side to the Vermont side, at night. A 30 minute journey under the stars for ( back then a $7 fare for my van ). One of the Vermont places where I used to meet up with other company drivers, from Boston was at White River Junction, Vermont. We would hand off shipments that were going to our final destinations.

I hated going into New York City, even worse was having to go out to Long Island. The traffic even then was chaotic. If I had to lay over around NY city, for a return load going back to Canada the next day, I would cross over to the New Jersey side to go to sleep, usually at a graveyard in Fort Lee, NJ. Sleeping in the van was comfortable as I had a bunk bed built into the rear compartment that folded up when not in use. JimB.
 
I would cross over to the New Jersey side to go to sleep, usually at a graveyard in Fort Lee, NJ. Sleeping in the van was comfortable as I had a bunk bed built into the rear compartment that folded up when not in use. JimB.
I don't understand the graveyard part... you mean you parked there to sleep in the van because it was a safe location? If so, that was a brilliant idea! You need to write your memoirs... I love reading things like this!
 
I don't understand the graveyard part... you mean you parked there to sleep in the van because it was a safe location? If so, that was a brilliant idea! You need to write your memoirs... I love reading things like this!
I will answer your question this way.....Long before I was an expedite owner operator, I was a Private Investigator here in Ontario for over 20 years. I interacted with a couple of Toronto Police intelligence officers with regard to some criminals that we both knew. When we wanted to have a quiet place for a car meeting, we had 3 different graveyards in the middle of the city that we would use. Think about it. No body drives through a graveyard for fun. Operational security precautions were taken.

In the case of me sleeping in New Jersey, the graveyard was not only quiet at night, but it was only a 5 minute drive to the entrance to the Holland Tunnel that goes into NYC. On other occasions when I was on a long distance run, from Toronto to Texas for example, I would stop and sleep in the parking lot of the local Police or Sheriff's department off the Interstate exits. Of course I would go in first and make them aware of who I was and what I was doing there. Never had a problem doing that.

My Wife says I should write a book. I say I would have to change the names of many of the characters to protect the guilty. Of course, many of those characters are now dead. I understand that under Canadian law, you cannot defame the dead, so some of them could be named. JimB.
 
She's right... and one should always... *always* listen to the wise
counsel of one's wife. I say go for it! (y)
This past Thursday was our 20th anniversary. Second marriages for both of us. As different as chalk and cheese, in both personality and past employment histories. She is an introvert, with a strong sense of personal caution and reverence for the arts.

Me...Outgoing, chance taker, quick thinker, cynic, and conservative, with a wry sense of humor. She spent thirty plus years in the University life, while I was all over the map in terms of both employment and numerous relationships. She grew up in a country where she was a racial minority. I grew up in Canada with no education and little money and with parents who were 48 and 41 years old when I was born in 1946. JimB.
 

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