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Ron

Firstly, let me introduce the newest member to my shoe family.

Today was another beautiful day! Meghan and I, well rested set off for the Louvre just before lunch.
On the way there we found an amazing park which has a name but I’ll let Meghan pronounce down below. There we had lunch (left overs from our heisted breakfast) and basked in the sun. Filled with locals and tourists its hard to appreciate when you are sitting there; so much to take in!
I could see so many things working in harmony, everything had its place. I tried to imagine myself 4-500 years ago sitting in the same spot and wondering what the people of the day thought of this place. Clearly this is one of the most beautiful places on earth but did the people back then think the same?

The Louvre was…. Well lets just say Meghan enjoyed it. I have been to the Louvre and already know that everything is in French. There are so many wings to travel down (you have to pay for each area) yet because we had to see the Mona Lisa (of course you have to see it) we went to the same wing I had already been to.

Don’t get me wrong – I enjoyed it the first time I went and spent much of the day there listening about the pictures from an English CD recording however I find my issue with it all is that you have AMAZING, important, historical art and everyone rushes by it with the mentality of “well isn’t that nice, ok, where is the Mona Lisa?” Once you get to the Mona Lisa – BAM – disappointment sets in.

The Mona Lisa, probably the most lacking painting in the entire building is undoubtedly the most famous. Hundreds of people crowded around snapping pictures of it and yet so many other amazing (and probably more important historical paintings) are left with no appreciation.

Hey – check out all of pictures with Mona Lisa!!!!!!!

Once we left, we headed to the shopping district where Meghan went shopaholic crazy for these stores. It was fun to watch her go on about purses, shoes, scarves, dresses, etc. Meghan backs Chanel because of something Co-co Chanel did about pants.

Luckily we found a “local” area of Paris where the real Parisians do their shopping. By the way, this is the location of my shoe discovery. It was as though they were perfectly hand crafted and placed there waiting for my arrival.

Meghan

We took our time getting into the heart of Paris this morning, enjoying our breakfast and the nice weather in our quarter of the city. The weather has been getting progressively better with our vacation. Today may have been the nicest day of the year. The sun was bright and hot keeping the tourists at bay in the shaded areas of the city. We, on the other hand, were big fans of laying out in full sun by a fountain outside the Louvre, facing an avenue leading up to the Arc de Triomphe. You know, just another spring day in Paris.

We then decided to take an air conditioning break, making our way through the Denon wing of the Louvre to see some of the most exceptional pieces of Italian and French art. Of course this included the famed Mona Lisa (aka La Joconde for you Frenchies out there!). Despite the fact that it may be one of the smallest pieces in the galleries of the Louvre that we visited, it is thought provoking and mesmerizing. To come down from the highs of seeing the visions of world renowned artists, we shared a milkshake in the café on looking the courtyard of the Louvre.

The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering down the, let’s call it prestigious, part of Paris. This included a leisurely stroll through the gardens of the Louvre as well as dipping our feet in the fountains of La Place de la Concorde. What came next could only be described as the culmination of ever so many of my fashion dreams. Hermes, Chanel, Dior, Gucci, Prada, Missoni, D&G, Ferragamo, Cartier…Wish I had a bankroll that could have allowed me to purchase even the smallest of items from one of these shops. Alas, as Ron said trying to keep me in check, I will need to wait until I reach a point in life/career where a simple purchase will not require a credit check by the sales staff.

Along the way, we snacked outside of La Madeleine and passed by a number of ministries and embassies that required high security by well clad officers. Our last stop of the day was in a district which seemed to be 98% populated by locals called Forum des Halles, which appeared to be a modest shopping area with numerous cafés. Ron and I are still dumbfounded by the number of cafés in this city. Don’t Parisiens ever eat in?

Tomorrow, we hit the open road to take in the French country side on our way to Switzerland  Au revoir mon amour, Paris.

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Meghan

This morning, we woke up from a solid 12 hrs of sleep only because we were going to miss breakfast. Quite frankly, it was much needed/deserved. After all, we are on vacation. I scoped out the weather by sitting out of our hotel room window and taking in the lovely Paris surroundings, we decided to head up to Montmartre and the Basilisque Sacre-Coeur. Located on a hill overlooking the city, Montmartre was not only a feat (in my eyes) to get to using a manual transmission VW, but finding a parking spot in such a cozy and primarily pedestrian-oriented town would be challenging. That is, unless you are us and find a parking spot in the center of all the action.

My photo finger was going crazy from the minute we got out of the car. The basilica is breathtaking, as is the view from the front staircase. We roamed the small streets and side streets taking in all the action and the aromatic air of all the cafés. In the central square of the town, artists set up their easels and showed off their skills for all and any to watch in amazement. This is where Ron pointed out the bar that he and his grand dad drank the night away on a previous trip…as good a place as any for us to take a seat for a café au lait, some crepes and people watching. We fell into a great conversation with an older couple from England in the area to visit their son (the photographer) who lived around the corner from the café. The conversation was very lively and included various topics including crazy Republicans in Texas and Arizona, the BP disaster, Canadian politics and even some science. It just so happened that this couple has a son who is a faculty member at Yale in Biochem/Med research in cancer drug development. So cool.

After saying our farewells, we continued to explore a bit more before deciding to move onto more outdoor venues. The weather was incredible and the idea of being indoors, even if those indoors were the Louvre, seemed stifling. So our next stop was L’arche de triomphe. I can honestly say that (thus far) it is the most impressive structure/monument/attraction in Paris. And I say this after having been to the Eiffel tower. The view was incredible and the displays describing the history and structure were “just very well done” (Ron’s words). Despite the signage prohibiting it, this is the locale from which I gave my Mom a call, just to say hi  Back to the base of the arche, we had a light snack of bread, cheese and beers. Stay classy, Paris!

Next stop, up the Eiffel tower. The line was fairly long, but well worth it; Again, breathtaking views. I still can’t believe that I can now say I have been up the Eiffel tower. Luckily enough for Ron, the very top level was closed due to high winds, and so his strength of courage to tackle the great heights was not challenged as much as it was planned for. Riding down, we both got our hunger pangs.

What to do when hunger strikes in Paris? How about grab a beer and some frites at a pub across the street from the Moulin Rouge. I can get used to this.

Ron
I championed the height that is the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately the top was closed or I might have run up it. We will never know.
I was very excited to get back to the Monte Martre. My Grandfather had a special place in his heart for it and I can see why. We really explored this area and it was my favorite part of the day. We veered off a side street and came across a beautiful park. Greenery, people having lunch and a school group playing games in the court yard (with a priest). It was so peaceful and perfect, I mean literally perfect. I could have stayed there all day.

The Arc du Triumph was great! Everyone had to take the stairs to get to the top and I thought “right on, sticking it to the tourists!” We made it to the top, received a history lesson and ventured onto the ledge. Fantastic city view, as far as the eye can see in all directions.

The Eifel Tower I didn’t enjoy as much and not because of the heights!
There were so many people trying to sling product at you. In some parts you had as many street slingers as you did tourists. I don’t like the “in your face” approach and particular, I don’t want to buy an Eiffel Tower knick-knack.
It made me want to avoid parts. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people trying to make a buck but the area was littered with knick-knack crap.

For dinner we headed back to the red light district and settled in at a restaurant across from the Moulin Rouge. The waiter knew we were tourists right off the hop as I ordered a burger and fries. The burger comes with an egg on top with no buns – love it!!! Meghan, not so much.

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Ron
Meghan knows her history and I like walking is my day 2 conclusion. Yesterday we must have walked 20 kilometers, easy. After finding parking at Saint Germain (wasn’t an easy task) we decided to explore from there.

The issue with being at the center of all the action is that there is a monument, building and tourist destination at every glance. Since I have been here before I told Meghan that I was fine for what ever the day brought. Meghan, drunk on building knowledge and picture taking finger would say something like “lets go here, its only 1.6 km away” (according to GPS) and on route we stopped at 17 other sites. 4 hours later arriving at our original destination.

I am glad this occurred because we found so many nooks and crannies that we would not have otherwise seen. Like Jardin du Luxemburg (a park). It was amazing!!!!!! There, I experienced professional chess players with timers…… I was mesmerized.

Another break was we found artists littered across The Seine River. We found some amazing art and purchased 4 paintings. What? Were on vacation!!!

After over 7 hours of straight walking I was actually glad when it started to rain. Exhausted I suggested we get dinner and Meghan, still drunk with building knowledge realized she was a little famished as well.

We traveled to the Arc du Triomphe where we ate at the same restaurant that my Grandfather and I ate at. The food was still amazing. I devoured Pan Seared Scallop Risotto and Meghan, equally as hungry had Spinach and Fois Gras Tortelli (like ravioli).

We traveled back to the hotel and Meghan was asleep before I could catch up on the NBA scores (LA and Boston final – what up!!!!)

Meghan
As Ron alluded to, we spent more than 10 hours just roaming around Paris…and just stumbling onto a ton of sites we planned on seeing and some we didn’t…at least 8 of those hours were totally by foot with no metro, bus or taxi. Needless to say, we got back to the hotel last night just before 10pm and crashed for nearly 11 hours…the only reason we sprung up was that the breakfast was only until 9 am!

Let me tell you about the adventure that took place during those hours. First, I have to tell you how big of a fan I am of the French cheese culture. They treat brie here (at the hotel breakfast) like butter, tons of it! Guess what has been making it into my purse for our daily munchies

Next up, finding our way to the Louvre part of the city which led us to venture down Champs Elysee and around the marvel that is the Arche de Triomphe arrondisement, we found parking down St. Germaine. The crazy drive leading us to this parking spot left us needing a bit of French caffeine, so we bask in the beauty of St Germaine while sipping on café au lait at the Café de Flore before walking around the streets where I could not help but window shop. Along the way, we stumbled into the Colleges des Beaux Art. Have to admit, studying art in Paris sounds like it would be a pretty big deal. Next, we made our way along the Seine and into the Louvre courtyard which we both believe is much more magical when lit up in the night. After discovering the Louvre was closed on Tuesdays; we were not the only ones unaware of this fact, nor did this really affect our spirits. We moved along to view the rest of the outside of the Louvre and started to direct ourselves towards Notre Dame. On the way, we saw many monuments, la place Dauphine, le Palais de Justice (Court House), an old jail house as well as ‘les cryptes archeologique’ just in front of the Notre Dame.

We took in the Notre Dame surrounded by school children there for a visit. Another advantage to visiting Paris in tourist off-season; that and the fact that admission to many sites including the Notre Dame is free of charge.

I can’t even remember what we were destined for on our next stop. What I can tell you are the sites that we manage to see on this adventure. L’Hotel Dieu hospital, l’Academie de Medicine, l’Institut de Curie, many churches, bridges and cafes, Sorbonne, Jardin du Luxemburg and the Pantheon. It’s around this time that the skies broke open and rained like cats and dogs. Getting into the car to go to dinner, ‘It’s raining men’ was appropriately being played. This is also the first time we encountered Paris traffic. Not fun, as you can imagine…much better when you can own the road.

Once we finally found parking off of the Arche de Triomphe arrondissement, we dined on yet another fabulous meal, this time with true Parisienne courtesy. Next stop, bed where I slept a solid night’s sleep, ready for another full day!

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Ron
It’s been a whirl wind the last few days. Saturday afternoon I arrived in London (Ontario) and for the sake of this vacation, North London at Meghan’s villa and dined on the patio with pad thai.

On Sunday we shot off to Waterloo to exchange sake and sushi with Joe Reid. All you can eat – more than enough said. We left Joe and ventured to Mississauga where I decided to get some colour. I wasn’t anticipating on bright red but that’s what I got.

We got on our flight, everything on time. The airport from what I am used to experiencing was dead. The flights were great. Stopped over in Iceland and didn’t see any whales or elves: very disappointing. Our luggage made it safely and we picked up our Volkswagen. (Note to Joe Manafo: I haven’t stalled the car once!!!!)

We arrived at our hotel, just out side the red light district and we slept… hard. We woke up at 9pm and decided to take the car to see all of the sights Paris had to offer.

For anyone thinking of traveling to Europe (Paris) you need to invest in hacking your GPS!!!!!!! Navigating has been effortless!!!

Meghan
It’s official, I’m completely and totally ruined for everyday Western life already…after a single (not even full) day in Paris. The city, the architecture, the food, the way of driving; It’s definitely something that needs to be experienced in non-tourist season as we are currently doing.

After waking up from our much needed nap in the very comfy hotel bed, we set off to Montmartre aka the Paris red light district. After finding primo parking on the street directly across the Moulin Rouge, we explored the city drenched in night life and lights.

We decided to dine on the patio at the Chat Noir Bistro complete with perfect street views, piano man and tourist conversations for entertainment. The food was … there are no words. Ron decided on Ravioli Royale avec Cepes and I had Boeuf Bourgignon inspired by my viewing of Julie/Julia on the day’s preceding our trip. Both dishes were phenomenal and we happily shared each others meals and basked in the after glow of the deliciousness for quite some time before making our way back towards the Moulin Rouge.

Next stop was the Eiffel Tower. First, we saw the searchlight beaming across the city, then the top half peering from above the gorgeous buildings. It looked amazing covered in white sparkling lights, like straight out of the Devil Wears Prada. Simply said, it was amazing. Safe to say I was in awe.

Next stop, walking along the Seine to the Pont d’Alexandre, where we got a second chance to see the Eiffel Tower all sparkling. The rest of the night was spent speeding through the streets of Paris, checking out the sights lit up for the night. There was the Louvre, the National Library, La Sorbonne, Notre Dame and countless other gorgeous monuments and buildings.

As I stated above, ruined for life.

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I have been thinking a lot lately about do-gooders and well, the do-nothings.

My first thought is the notion of 20/80; 20% of the people doing 80% of the work. The work in this case is volunteering, watching out for, being apathetic towards and caring about people other than your self.

Now that we live in a “globalized” world we can see more and more people who need more and more. This has left our developed world in quite a predicament because we now see how well off we truly are.

Thinking about the atrocities, poverty and misfortune around the world is hard to do and I am finding, even with myself, you either have to approach global issues fully or forget about them all together.

I know that seems like rather an unconcerned thing to say but you see it all the time. You have people who are SO into the third world, exhausting themselves volunteering for every cause or catastrophe and then you have your neighbor that couldn’t locate Uganda on a map or even spell genocide.

I am not saying that being interested in helping the third world is a bad thing. I think what happens is that the people who do those things see great misery and misfortune that they become apathetic and skeptic towards local issues because the magnitude isn’t as dire. So because your situation isn’t the worst you don’t get assistance at all.

Because we live in this 20/80 world, the 20% of those that care about people become overwhelmed with the misery of others while the other 80% are concerned with the latest UFC match and whether or not they got a raise at work.

I am not here to argue over whether this 80% population needs to get their head out of their ass however I am sure you know my sentiments on that matter. I will say this though, for those of you who struggle with the woes of others and do not act because you’re overwhelmed; I do understand your attitude. You turn on the news and see poverty, death, war and hunger in a part of the world you didn’t know existed and instead of feeling concerned about or helpless to affect you turn it off. I get that because I find myself in that place constantly.

Another issue I am seeing more and more is this notion of “it’s not my job; someone gets paid to do that.” We have now made processes and hired specialists to deal with poverty and people in need in our own community. We just assume that everyone is fine and accounted for.
This just isn’t the case at all. If anything we are ghettoizing all of cities with pockets of poverty and calling them “that part of town” while the more privileged stay glued to their own neighborhood occasionally looking out the window to see all the lawns are mowed, everyone is good, great!

I will tell you this much, you don’t need a degree to be able to care about your neighbor, neighborhood or city. You just have to turn it on.

If I have a target audience for my blog it would be to those in the 80% who see the world and think there is injustice and do not act because they are overwhelmed. I would say to them to start somewhere, just something small. Volunteer once a week doing anything, it doesn’t even have to be for poor people. Just start with anything!

So, I was robbed this week, out of my car sitting in my driveway while I slept.
1 broken window ($300), 2 laptops ($2000), 1 ipod ($250) and roughly $500 of equipment.

Calling the police was useless as they didn’t even come to my house which doesn’t provide much confidence in my local police department. The policeman on the phone wasn’t very helpful either and his lack of concern was clearly present. Not that I was wanting him to be all mushy however I would have felt better if I didn’t call.

Instead of being (or feeling) like the victim, questions like “why would you leave that in your car” lead me to believe that if you cant pinpoint the culprit and attach blame to them then naturally the blame falls to the victim as if I was “asking for it.”

Calling my insurance was a hassle as well. Firstly, I couldn’t get a hold of my adjuster. I called at 8:30am, 10:30, 11:00, 12:30pm and finally at 4pm I was called back. $250 for my car deductible (to get a $300 window replaced) followed up by a $1000 house deductible to replace $2500 of equipment which, once they had finished applying appreciation to my laptops, being heckled for receipts, inquired against and then having my premiums go up it has me at a lose.

All of this to say I have lost my innocence. Not that I was naive enough to think that the system in which we live in isn’t a messed up one but I have never been violated like this before and the impression I got from everyone was “too bad for you, this shit happens.” And really, they are correct with this outlook. Sure, people think it’s a bummer I got robbed. The south end in which I live retains its title of “sketchy” which before my robbery I felt very different about. The culprit whom is now on my laptop doesn’t give a rat’s ass and if anything because of the authorities lack of action thinks he got a pretty good reward for a few mints labour.

The only person left holding the emotional baggage is me. I have had a shit week. Currently my outlook on things is messed, I drive down the road and everyone is suspect. I am quick to make judgment and my faith in society dropped. And I am miserable for it so after this weekend I am going to drop it.

I am going to pretend like the event did not occur because I am not going to let this person who stole my stuff win. I won’t be afraid and live negatively. Sure, I will be a bit more cautious which I can’t see as being a bad thing but business will be back to normal as of Monday. However, today is Friday so who ever that little bastard is who stole my shit…… Your gonna get yours!

I’m sure we have all heard the song by Peggy Lee “is that all there is”.

A song where the singer talks about dramatic events in her life and once experienced she asks “is that all there is?”

I’m bothered lately. I watched my grandfather, my close friend die over the course of 2 months. He was in pain, uncomfortable and miserable. Together we watched his old, weak body give out and, in my honest opinion, before he was ready to be done with it.

If I can be totally honest it hasn’t consumed me all that much. Numbness, denial and just blocking it out has been my ritual. Thinking about it brings more questions, concerns and doubts that bother me to my core.

I haven’t written, thought, discussed, debated or dialoged lately. I’ve just been going through the motions of life with the backdrop of “is this all there is?”

My mind races with thoughts and I let them leave me just as quickly as they come. I’m not about to say something drastic that “I’m depressed” or any of that nonsense. I think what’s happening to me is that I’ve been apart of something very drastic, very serious and very close to home and I haven’t the foggiest idea how to deal with it. I’ve never experienced anything like it and I feel by being forced through it has provided me with some sort of secret knowledge that one can only acquire through an experience I just endured.

I’ve been observing people lately. Older people primarily and I find myself listening. I did this a lot with my Granddad as he had lived an entire life and I had much to learn.
There is a common theme to older people that haunts me as I listen; its regret. As a youth interacting with older people you hear it so much and yet you can’t identify with it. I’m too young to have real regret I suppose. There aren’t too many things I do that time and ambition can’t resolve. But that’s the thing about older people, time isn’t on there side and regret is its byproduct.

With my Granddads departure it has presented me with some daunting realities; an obvious one that never really resonated until now. It’s that I am mortal. I will become old someday, have limitations, lack time, have regret and I will die.

This word regret is consuming me. Do I regret anything? Are there things I am doing now that when I look back 50 years will say “I should have done that differently” and if so, why am I not picking up on and changing those events now?

At some point you are forced to deal with the issue of death. Either through a near experience personally or a near experience where you lose someone you have vested time with.
The issue with death is there is no going back from the knowledge you acquire. You’re forced to ask yourself some serious questions and I am struggling with those right now.

Further more, I feel it alone. It’s not that others around me haven’t experienced death but its these questions I ask are not questions that can be answered. I have always thought a certain way and now…. I don’t. These doubts, these regrets are swirling in my head, making me re-think every step, every friendship, every Endeavour. What do they all mean, does it even matter?

My Granddad is gone and it appears everything his life was lives within mine and others memories. He spent his entire life going on about his business, having worries, regrets, fears, accomplishments and for what? He’s gone now so does he rest easy now that he’s crossed the finish line and people will recall him as a good man? Is that all there is? Your own on goings and then when your gone, peoples perception.

I’m very frustrated.

I have a confession. I am a news whore. I love listening, reading, watching and talking about news. Current affairs, upcoming, could be. You name it, I have whored it.

Recently, I stopped. I am tired of listening to news about things across the planet and that for the most part have nothing to do with me and this news is usually depressing. Another reason is what news today is covering. For the need to continually produce relevant, exciting news we have stooped to new levels of low that I don’t want to partake in.

A recent example is Tiger Woods.
Sure, he drove into a fire hydrant at an odd time in the morning and may or may not have been drinking. I DON’T CARE. It doesn’t deserve this much coverage. There is WAY more important things to cover.

News has become a joke. News agencies don’t care about real, thought out, well informed thoughtful news. They don’t have the resources, time or readership. So what we get is weak snippets of shitty news.

I am still an information whore though so I have turned to things like on line books where an author covers one specific topic and delves into it.

Another thing that has consumed a lot of my time is “This American Life.”

I love it. It has seriously changed my news listening life.
There is a theme to each episode and a variety of stories on that theme. Its mostly true stories of everyday people, though not always. Each show is an hour long and I can’t get enough. I have listened to about 30 in the last few weeks and each one is getting better and better.

They cover politics and health care to marketing strategy and peoples obsessions with animals. It is so random. I love it.

In May of 09 I became a home owner. Woohoo!

It appears that houses know you are a new home owner and are like “let’s break everywhere.”

I bought an older house so I knew I would have issues and for the most part, I can’t complain. Everything is working well.

It’s the working well that is getting me. The actual cost of operating a home is enormous and monthly.

People used to say to me “you pay how much in rent? You could be a home owner for the same price.” Damn you I say to those people, damn you.

Sure, the initial house loan may or may not be equivalent to that of a rent payment. What those home owners don’t tell you is that new bills start getting delivered address to you: Home Insurance, house taxes, hydro, water and gas.

Before if a furnace broke, toilet leaked, pipes burst or power lost I just picked up a phone and made a call to the land lord. When you’re a home owner, you become that person.

Sure, I get it, eventually and in the long run I will smile because my house will “appreciate” and I will retain the money I have put into it: eventually. The unfortunate thing is that right now I don’t live in eventually. I am living today. And today my ass is broke.

Last night however I was sitting in my house. Cleaned the kitchen and the living room and I just sat. No one was there and it was quiet. It was peaceful. I was home.

Let me set the backdrop:

Feb 27th 2009.
I went to transfer my cellular Bell account over to my Granddad and was informed that there was $4 owing on my account so he wouldn’t be eligible for a $200 phone upgrade nor could we transfer the account until the amount was paid in full. I went home and paid on line.

March 4th.
The payment went through and my Granddad is eligible for the upgrade. We go back to bell, purchase a phone and have the sales person call Bell Customer Service so he can give them his personal information, provide credit card information and transfer the account from my name to his.

Oct 2nd.
My Grandfather died.

Mid October.

I call Bell to inform them that my Grandfather has died. “Sure,” the Bell customer service rep says, “I need a death certificate for Ron Smith and we can close the account.”
I inform her that I am Ron Smith and the person in question is Geoff Shepherd. Who is Geoff Shepherd she asks?

It appears that Bell took my Grandfathers info (changed address, home phone and provided a credit card) but apparently this wasn’t actually a “transfer.” Apparently I needed to call and tell Bell to officially change the account over even though I was sitting there in the store with my Granddad while this passing of information took place.

Me, being pissed off and up for a stand off, contacted the manager of Customer Service and had it out with him. He told me there is nothing he can do for me because according to his notes there was no note of a transfer made, even though the evidence is strongly in my favor.

He then said “its $400 to close the account out or you are better off getting someone else to take the account over” to which I replied “I tried to transfer already with my Granddad but apparently you have a bunch of retards working for you, further more do you think I would EVER put anyone through the agony of using bell as their cell phone provided?”

Sure, yelling at him does nothing for the situation but for 30 seconds I felt damn vindicated.

In the end I will pay the $400 because my credit is now going to be effected if I don’t pay. As furious as I am about the entire ordeal I feel I will win this battle.
Firstly, they lost me as a customer. I am closing the phone and in doing so will end a 6 year relationship of 384-5400. I used to say “Ron Smith is 384-5400.” Not anymore.

Secondly, I work in the technology field and what bell fails to realize is that we are a word of mouth society. People respect my technology input and you can be damn sure that Bell is now the last company I would suggest for anything wireless, home phone, internet or cable.

Third: A part of my job is to manage cell phone accounts for our many employees. Accounts renew all the time and Bell is now on my “transfer” list.

So, thanks for the memories Bell, you should have taken all that money you used on a new look and invested it in handling your customers better.