For several years, when I tell people I am going to Houston, Jazzercisers always say to go and see Mary Wadsworth.
Bear Creek Copperfield has had a face lift since my previous visit. Now they have a free standing building with a large stone Jazzercise sign at the street. My truck was proud to be parked in this parking lot. I thought it looked really nice as a backdrop to that sign. However, it seems local trucks have tried to use this parking lot before with intentions other than Jazzercise. Funny, as I was happily Jazzercising away with instructor Lisa (who started Jazzercising at the age of 16), it was considered that my truck needed to tow or go! --- It was just a fleeting thing. The class managers vouched for the truck, and I rocked on for a little while longer with Jo. – (I heard Jo’s British accent, and I was definitely staying for part of a second class.)
Over the years, there have been a number of Jazzercise ladies that have had to deal with a stranded Jim. A favored story of mine is the time I delivered a truck to Calgary, Alberta. After my delivery, I was determined to take class in Calgary. I took light rail, a city bus, and then I walked in the winter through snow covered sidewalks to get to class. There was no internet for me in those days. I had to call the city metro help line to get a transportation route. I showed up at Judy E’s class carrying luggage.
I guess my feet made a good impression that evening. My next destination was the regional Greyhound bus station. (My sister lives in Prince George, BC; and I was busing it over the mountains.) I did not have a clue how I was going to get to the bus station, but my new favorite Canadian helped me out. Not only did she take me to the bus station, but she gave me my first tour of the city of Calgary. And from her recommendation of the Calgary Stampede, I later returned and visited her at a time when I wasn’t so pitiful.
Now, I don’t recommended taking in every stray truck driver that brings his luggage to your Jazzercise class. Please don’t do that. But, for some reason, over the years, these types of good things have happened to me.
I don’t have much to worry about. I fully expect that someday I will walk out of class to see my truck being pulled out of a church or business parking lot. It is something I ponder before many classes. My backup plan for Bear Creek this week was class manager LH. I would have given her puppy dog eyes, “will you please take me to the towed vehicle garage?”.
It was good to see instructor Melissa again. I have taken her class before. Wonderful classes with Lisa and then with Jo. Great time at Bear Creek. Beautiful facility. Everyone should pay it a visit.
But, I have still never met Mary.
Bear Creek Copperfield has had a face lift since my previous visit. Now they have a free standing building with a large stone Jazzercise sign at the street. My truck was proud to be parked in this parking lot. I thought it looked really nice as a backdrop to that sign. However, it seems local trucks have tried to use this parking lot before with intentions other than Jazzercise. Funny, as I was happily Jazzercising away with instructor Lisa (who started Jazzercising at the age of 16), it was considered that my truck needed to tow or go! --- It was just a fleeting thing. The class managers vouched for the truck, and I rocked on for a little while longer with Jo. – (I heard Jo’s British accent, and I was definitely staying for part of a second class.)
Over the years, there have been a number of Jazzercise ladies that have had to deal with a stranded Jim. A favored story of mine is the time I delivered a truck to Calgary, Alberta. After my delivery, I was determined to take class in Calgary. I took light rail, a city bus, and then I walked in the winter through snow covered sidewalks to get to class. There was no internet for me in those days. I had to call the city metro help line to get a transportation route. I showed up at Judy E’s class carrying luggage.
I guess my feet made a good impression that evening. My next destination was the regional Greyhound bus station. (My sister lives in Prince George, BC; and I was busing it over the mountains.) I did not have a clue how I was going to get to the bus station, but my new favorite Canadian helped me out. Not only did she take me to the bus station, but she gave me my first tour of the city of Calgary. And from her recommendation of the Calgary Stampede, I later returned and visited her at a time when I wasn’t so pitiful.
Now, I don’t recommended taking in every stray truck driver that brings his luggage to your Jazzercise class. Please don’t do that. But, for some reason, over the years, these types of good things have happened to me.
I don’t have much to worry about. I fully expect that someday I will walk out of class to see my truck being pulled out of a church or business parking lot. It is something I ponder before many classes. My backup plan for Bear Creek this week was class manager LH. I would have given her puppy dog eyes, “will you please take me to the towed vehicle garage?”.
It was good to see instructor Melissa again. I have taken her class before. Wonderful classes with Lisa and then with Jo. Great time at Bear Creek. Beautiful facility. Everyone should pay it a visit.
But, I have still never met Mary.
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