A Bluenoser and a Newfie walk into a bar...

Oh how envious I am of your view of the water. Of your walk up and down the hilly streets and your warm and welcoming pubs on every corner. I wish I was there... or maybe I wish I was my version of there, since you seem to graciously understand that my version, while similar, is not the same. But your graciousness replaces the superiority I am often treated to in similar conversations - my harbour city is just as special to me as yours is to you. Thanks for understanding that. And for feeding my current wistful yearning for salty air and cool ocean spray.