When I picked up my daughter from the downtown Greyhound bus station, I was struck by how the surrounding neighbourhood didn’t exactly shout out: “Welcome to Windsor!” No rolling out the red carpet here. The neighbourhood had a new aquatic centre nearby, sure, but there was also a rough-looking man busking for money near the LCBO (liquor store), a parking lot with broken pavement and an older building with an ancient rooftop fence.
But, it’s all the way you look at it. I looked again.
I saw a neighbourhood being revived with the new aquatic centre drawing people downtown.
I heard beautiful music being played by a man on his guitar.
And, I spotted purple, white and pink flowers on a colourful roof-top patio.
If I lived there, I’d treasure that rooftop patio!
There was a sign at the bus station:
I guess that mean’s no fun.
But, if you strolled a couple short blocks towards the river, this is what you’d see:
A riverfront trail had plenty of skateboarders, rollerbladers and bicyclists, too. It doesn’t matter to me what the naysayers say about my fine city; they’ll always find fault wherever they reside.
I love Windsor!