In 1972 Linda and I were just starting out together in what would become a life long love affair. We were young, energetic, excited and looking to the future. I had been transferred to Windsor by the company I worked for, Uniroyal Tire Corp. I was the newly minted manager of the Heron Road K Mart auto centre. The store was located at the foot of the Ambassador Bridge and in the shadow of Detroit, the Motor City. The place where the car was King and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. We began life in Windsor renting an apartment but soon decided we wanted our own place. We purchased a sparkling new mobile home, they weren’t called mini homes back then. Our mobile home was large by 1972 standards, 54ft by 12ft and it was located in a posh trailer park. There were paved streets, paved driveways, a community centre and a pool, it was a neat and tidy place (no trailer park boys). The neighbours were mostly young and just starting out in life like us. In those days the K Marts opened at 10am to 10pm, which meant I didn’t have to rise at the crack of dawn to go to work. Linda was working for Bell Tel Co “Ma Bell” she was usually on shift work. One quiet Monday morning we were fast asleep in our cozy bed, it was barely 7 am. Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud knocking on the door, our neighbour Sandra, she was late for work and needed a boost, her car would not start. I did the neighbourly thing, got dressed and went out and boosted her car sending her on her way.
Later that evening we were sitting outside with Sandra and her husband Bill sipping cold beer. I said to Bill,”did you know your wife was over here this morning trying to knock me up? Bill’s face darkened, but Sandra quickly jumped in to explain she had rapped on my door that morning because she needed a boost for the car. I was bemused!!! hadn’t I just explained that??? In Ireland when you knock someone up it means getting them out of bed. I didn’t realize it had an entirely different meaning in Canada. I know better now!!!
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