Reader Ken Lineberger was in the airport in Lubbock, Texas, waiting to board a flight home to Ontario when he began to wonder just which Ontario he would end up in (see photo).
“The gate agent said the city provides the info on the screen, not the airline (nice excuse),” Lineberger reports. “Note that the background is even a famous landmark in Ontario, Canada.” As he was emailing me a few days after his flight, I trust he got home all right.
A package delivered to my desk this morning turns out to contain a $23.95 book titled “Who Named the Knife,” a true crime story, sent to me here at (according to the address label) the “Ontario Daily Bulletin” by Random House. Why would Random House think your mild-mannered columnist would be interested in a book subtitled “A Book of Murder and Memory”? The best clue is in the jacket flap, which says the author is a resident of Toronto. Which is in Ontario, Canada. Can Random House think my address of “Ontario, CA” means the author and I are practically neighbors?