Kish and I learned a valuable lesson today. If you are traveling to Canada and can’t get a direct flight — which is the standard reality if you are flying from Columbus — make sure your transfer is in the U.S.
Why? Because if you have to go through Customs as part of the transfer, forget it. We’re on our way to Montreal through Toronto, and we encountered (1) a walk of at least three miles from plane to Customs and then to security, (2) a misdirection by airport officials that sent us to an even longer security line, (3) a security team even less motivated tO move people through with lightning speed than the TSA, and (4) a hyper-efficient flight crew that gave away our seats and closed the doors even though we arrived at the gate 10 minutes before departure time.
Fortunately, there are frequent flights from Toronto to Montreal, and we’re on a 3 o’clock flight. So, for now, we’re cooling our heels in the Great White North. Hey look! They’ve got Canadian t-shirts!
I think the First Lady has good intentions, and I think her real target is parents, who obviously should be focused on decision-making that affects the health of their children. Still, I groan whenever I hear someone involved with government saying that personal choice should be eliminated, and a federally mandated menu determined by purported experts from the U.S. Department of Agriculture substituted instead. Our government now tries to do so much — and yet does so little of it well. Can’t something like school lunches be left to the decisions of parents and kids, without officious federal busybodies with taxpayer-funded jobs butting in to tell us what to do?
I’m not suggesting that kindergartners or first graders should be deciding what to eat, but at some point we need to allow kids, and parents, make choices. Many kids already lead such regimented lives where there is nary a spontaneous moment or free decision. How are kids supposed to learn how to make good decisions if they never, in fact, make any decisions? Let them decide what to eat, or let parents pack their lunch — which is what happened when I was a kid. If they make bad decisions and put on weight, their parents can respond and talk to them — which is what should be happening anyway.