Thursday, April 12, 1990

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I have to admit that I wasn’t in the best of shape when I volun- teered fo: vhat to turned out to be a pieasant experience. And I have my good friend Marla (a.k.a. Martha) MacDonald to thank.

It was the night before they were to arrive (March 31, 1990 as I recall); they being ten Japanese student Model United Nations delegates. martha was frantically

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tearing around “Myron’s” trying to find “just one more” billet for our arriving guests. That’s where I came in. Of course I said yes. What is a I supposed to say? The phone call came at 10:30 the next morning; Sunday morn- ing that is. It was Martha. Was I ready to go to the airport? They would be landing shortly. Air- port, I thought. What Airport? Who was arriving? And why was

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in the morning? Then I remem- bered. I had more less offered into taking a billet. Way to go Martha, I thought. You are a lot smarter than I ever gave you credit for.

That’s how it started. I didn’t even know if they could speak en- glish and I knew that I couldn’t speak Japanese. What a week it was going to be!

When I arrived at the airport, they were already waiting. They looked as nervous as I felt. Some- one said to me, this is your bil- let. Her name is Ekio. (Pro- nounced Ache—o) Well, I have to pronounce her name correctly. Instead, I called her Mable. Not a bad substitute, eh?

My mother was away when Ekio arrived. Needless to say, Ekio ate at Martha’s house. Ex-

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cept in the morning, when I man- aged to whip a bowl of Corn Flakes for her. okay, so maybe I wasn’t the ideal hostess but I did take her to the Business Pub. But not before exposing her to a little “Pre—pub ritual”

We were invited to a small get together at the home of Se- nior Class President Ghislaine O’Hanley. My mother kindly do- nated one bottle of red wine to Ekio our guest. But after one glass, Mable start to fall asleep on the couch. In my infinte wis- dom, I explained to her that if she drank the whole bottle she would be able to stay awake easier. I even gave her a straw to help her speed up the process. During a brief moment alone in the kitchen she said to me “ You are very

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“Why thank you Mabel!” was my reply.

Then she asked “Is everyone this strong with alcohol?” It was then that it dawned on me. She thought I was an alcoholic. Oh, well. She wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last.

I think it is safe to say that they had a good time while they were here. One girl, (and please don’t ask me her name) offered her plane ticket to New York to Darell Coles. In return she hoped that she would be permitted to drive to New york with our dele- gation. (It is my educated guess that she had never driven in a bus for any length of time. Gross)

Anyhow, it was a great expe- rience, even though I cried when

‘swaying good-bye at the airport.

In the words of Paul MacKinnon “It is a beautiful thing when two nations become joined as one...” and throughout the Charlotte- town International Airport Mike Woodman could be heard say- ing “Does anyone have kleenex for Heather?” but the clincher had to be Marla Nadine MacDon- ald saying to her little billet “Re- member where I told you to shop when you get to New York”. True blue capitalists to the end!

How did I get mixed up with this bunch anyhow?

Heather J. Morrison