My uncle Oliver and I started our day getting gas at the Irving gas station down the street. As he was filling up, I pulled out my camera to get a couple shots of the large Irving gas storage tanks in the distance. Suddenly a booming voice came over the PA, “THERE ARE NO PHOTOGRAPHS TO BE TAKEN ON IRVING PROPERTY.” Everyone at the station looked up and I put my camera down, wondering what this was all about. My uncle went in to pay and found out that Irving has a policy of not allowing any photos on their property. “But you can take a picture if you stand just off the property line” he pointed out. The attendant agreed, but added that “they’ll come after you” if they see you taking pictures on their property. She also added that they had become more strict after 9/11.
PEI is sure to be a prime target for Osama and his gang. I’m going to sleep better tonight knowing Irving’s looking out for us.
After the gas station foolishness we headed out to see some sights. My uncle used to own a contracting company that built log homes and did other construction-related work so he took me up to this isolated spot in the woods where a lady had hired him to build a small shed. She’d intended to subdivide the property and sell lots and the shed was meant to somehow make the area more attractive.
Once we hopped out of the car we realized the keys were locked inside. This just as it was beginning to rain! We didn’t have much to work with other than some branches from the woods but we managed to snake a small branch between the car body and the driver’s door and press the window down button. It was a relief as we weren’t sure if anyone would be able to find us in such an isolated spot!
I also got a look at my uncle’s painting studio which was pretty cool. Back in 1980-81 they bought a patch of land at Brackley Beach and put a log home up on it. Over the years they added a small cottage and then a few years back a my uncle built a studio so he had somewhere to paint more regularly.
After all the breaking in and being hassled at the gas station we went out for lunch at a really nice restaurant where Bronwin (my cousin) works. Then we toured around a little more, checked out the museum at PEI’s first bank in Rustico, and headed back home to relax and recharge after a full day.
Now I’m heading out with my cousin Andrew to check out some local bands at a small club down the road.
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