To South American by Linear Accelerator

Written by Harold McNeill on January 29th, 2019. Posted in Tim Hortons Morning Posts


Uber has the above Molecular Transporter located in the Best Western in Richmond.  A neat machine that not only transports but can also do DNA sequencing as well as give you a complete medical assessment while en route. You simply fill out a checklist.  Photos in FB Post

Heading to South America

This is the first time we have traveled using a Molecular Transporter, a system developed by UBER with one unit situated just outside the Vancouver Aiport. The neat thing about this type of transportation is the ability to experience all the real-time activities you might see and feel when travelling in one of those outdated stretch bodied commercial jets. I have highlighted a few of our experiences while en route to Buenos Aires via Houston and Miami.

1. Homeland Security appears to have grabbed a significant piece of turf in the Vancouver Airport that is properly titled as “You are Now Entering the United States of America.” Really?  I thought the Vancouver International Airport was located in Canada. I couldn’t take a photo to document this as that’s forbidden. After all the usual checks we were allowed to go about our business in Canada.

2. As our molecules made their way south towards Dallas/Fort Worth, we note the rest of the family (Kari, Grayson Christine, Chris, Audrey, and Cathy) were making their way north out of Miami en route to Kamloops via Toronto and Calgary. They were just returning from a Caribbean Cruise but we could not time it so our molecules could meet.

3. Once in Miami, we were making our way out for a bite to eat along with several young people from Idaho when we were hit by a torrential downpour spurred on by several mini-tornadoes that hit Cuba and Southern Florida. Another couple joining our molecular group, and who live in West Hialeah, had one of those mini tornadoes touch down only two blocks from their home (Miami Herald).

The rain was so heavy over a 15 minute period, we were all drenched to the skin as we were making our way to a nearby Irish Times Pub. By the way, there was nothing Irish in the pub, but their beer and Gumbo was delicious. It is somewhat similar to Jambalaya, but the rice is not cooked in the same pan. Both originated in New Orleans in the 18th century. It was just hot enough to start drying our clothes from the inside.  We managed to get back to the accelerator without finding another tornado.  Can you just imagine the mess if that tornado had hit our molecules and mixed them up?

3. Our exit of the US was about the same as entering only this time the number of checks was doubled, sniffer dogs were circulating the security line and the occasional person (often more black than white – it’s not all that clear why) were singled out for a special check. Garth must have looked suspicious as he was also a marked man.

4. As we were about to depart someone appears to have mixed up our molecules as were here delayed for nearly two hours in a small segregation cubicle as they fixed a heating fan on the transporter. It was nice they left the movies running.

5. Once en route we head out over Cuba and central South America touching Columbia, Chile, Brazil and a few other countries along the route. After crossing the equator, we begin to slow for our approach to Buenos Aires. We also noted we have taken a large loop West somewhere over the Amazon, so there must have been some thunderstorm activity in the area.

6. After landing and having our molecules reassembled, we were greeted by a minimal number of security checks and with a pat on the back and friendly smile, we were sent on our way.  By the way, there was no sign of an UBER taxi at the airport as their system for renting and dispersing cabs seemed extremely efficient.

As a final observation, when comparing the US and Argentinian airport security systems, it seems everyone in the US system appears to be afraid something might escape their notice so double down on everything. They somehow seem to have completely missed the fact that the greatest dangers in the US come from within and not from without.

Photos in FB Post

Cheers,

Harold, Lynn, Garth, and Esther.

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  • Harold McNeill

    March 19, 2019 |

    Hi Dave. Not that I am aware and I have a fairly comprehensive family tree for the McNeill side of the family. I will pull it up and scan. Cheers, Harold. Great chatting with you and I will give Ben a nudge.

  • Dave Cassels

    March 16, 2019 |

    Were you related to Guy McNeill who owned the Bruin Inn in St. Albert in the late 40’s or early 50’s? Guy was a close friend of my father-in-law who was the first President of the Royal Glenora Club. My phone number is 780 940 1175. Thank you.

  • Harold McNeill

    March 15, 2019 |

    So glad you found the story and enjoyed. Indeed, they were memorable times. I did a fair amount of searching but never managed to contact any of the Murffit kids. However, it was neat to make contact with the Colony and someone I knew from back in the day. I have enjoyed writing these stories from back in the 1940s and 50s and have made contact with a lot of friends from those early years. I will give you a call over the weekend. Cheers, Harold

  • Yvonne (Couture) Richardson

    March 7, 2019 |

    I enjoyed your story. I too, lived in Pibroch in 1951, as my parents owned the hotel there. I was a very close friend of Bonnie Murfitt at the time. I moved to Edmonton in 1952, however, and have not seen her since. I would like to be in touch with you to talk about your story. My email is listed above and my phone number is 780-475-3873.

  • Laureen Kosch/Patry

    March 5, 2019 |

    I grew up in Pibroch and would not trade those years for anything. “ Kids don’t know how to play anymore” Never was a truer statement made. During the summer we were out the door by 8am, home for lunch, and back when it got dark. For the most part our only toys were our bikes and maybe a baseball mitt. I will never forget the times when all the kids got together in “Finks field” for a game of scrub baseball. Everybody was welcome, kids from 8 to 18. I didn’t know it then but I guess I had a childhood most dream of. Drove thru town last summer. It all looked a lot smaller.

  • Harold McNeill

    January 13, 2019 |

    Well, my dear, it’s that time again. How the years fly by and the little ones grow but try as you may you will have a hard time catching up to your Daddy. Lots of love young lady and may your day be special
    Love, Dad

  • Harold McNeill

    January 5, 2019 |

    Guess what? My response went to the Spam folder. Hmm, do you suppose the system is trying to tell me something?

  • Harold McNeill

    January 5, 2019 |

    Thanks, Terrance. Your comment came through but went to the Spam folder. Have pulled it out and approved. Can you send another on this post to see if you name is now removed from Spam? I’m not sure why it does that. Cheers, Harold

  • Terrance

    January 5, 2019 |

    A VERY COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS. ALL POLITICIANS SHOULD READ THIS.

  • Harold McNeill

    December 23, 2018 |

    Thanks Sis. I will be uploading as Hi-Def so the photos can be viewed full screen. Brother