Some people tell me that I had an interesting life. I have never thought of it that way but thinking back there were some occurrences that proved to be a bit odd to the normal person but you can be the judge. Some of these incidents are unforgettable.

In 1995 we moved to Alberta, Canada to be near out daughter and our grandchildren. We had been there approximately 2 months when I saw an ad in the local paper wanting managers for an apartment building downtown. We were supposed to be retired but we were also a little bored so I applied not really thinking we would get the job. The same week the owner showed up at our apartment and we were hired on the spot. He owned 5 buildings in town and wanted a manager for the five of them. We were to live in one while we would have one couple caretaking in the other.

It was a whirl wind move but soon we were settled in and things progressed nicely once I got the buildings the way I wanted it. Hubby did the maintenance and I did the rest. Now manager is not all that people think it is. Manager is jumping in and cleaning when your cleaner doesn’t show up and fill in for many other things. Anyway we came across some very funny situations as the years passed. One of them I remember distinctly only this one was not so funny.

It was right after 911 and of course Canada as well as the United States and the rest of the world were on edge. Christmas had just passed and we were busy with the buildings, I found myself out in the stairwell scrubbing the stairs when a man walked through the door in a dress that anyone would notice. He was dressed in a long dress of Kaki material with a red and white scarf wrapped around his head. Now, in our building we had all kinds of cultures living their but I took notice of this due to the fact that even though it was a dress, it wasn’t hard to tell it was a military dress.

I said hello as he passed and continued with my work. That evening I had some visitors, it was the FBI, CSIS and Canadian Immigration, there were a few more all dressed in suit and tie. Now, this certainly spiked my interest. They wanted to know if I had a tenant in my building that they were looking for. Disregarding confidentiality (hey, it was the FBI). I told him yes. He proceeded to tell me that they would be there in the morning to make an arrest on this person and I was to keep it confidential. “No problem here”, I thought. Who was I to argue with the FBI?