The Day the World Came to Town [antikvár]

INTRODUCTION I w 'here are you going?" The man sitting next to me was curious, since we'd both been on the same plane from Miami to Montreal, and now, by coincidence, we were sitting next to each other on a connecting flight to Halifax, Nova Scotia. It was early Februaiy and he was on his way home after vacationing in the Caribbean. "Gander, Newfoundland," I said. Because of the lack of a regional accent in my voice, the man could tell Newfoundland was not my home. "Why would anybody leave Miami to go to Gander in the middle of winter?" This was certainly a reasonable question. When I had left Miami it was warm and sunny and about eighty-five degrees. The forecast in Gander called for temperatures somewhere around minus ten degrees Fahrenheit, with a windchill of minus thirty. "Don't get me wrong, amazing people in Newfoundland," he quickly added. "I used to live there. Friendliest people you will ever meet. Strangest, too." The man was a civil engineer and he offered a stoiy as