I stepped off the escalator and toward the doors of the meet and greet area, expecting to see the usual handful of people on the other side waiting to greet arrivals. Instead, as the doors slid open, I was greeted by a bank of ten to twelve television cameras. For a second I had to scan my memory to recall if I had slept with any celebrities lately.
It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that I noticed the marching band in the crush of bodies surrounding the arrivals door. Although I am not sure how I missed those red and gold brocaded uniforms with the big majorette hats, at least fifty strong, with drums and trombones and a couple dozen flags. Jet lag perhaps. And it wasn't until I noticed that a flight from Regina had arrived at the same time as my flight from Vancouver that I remembered that the Grey Cup is being played in Calgary this weekend.
Once the Bishop Grandin Marching Ghosts had finished feting the arriving Grey Cup players, and after that handful of 300 pounders had all been white-hatted in the traditional style of this city, the airport returned to normal.
Just another day in the city that loves a parade.
See anything unusual in your travels today?