Thursday, March 31, 2011

I'd Like to Acknowledge a Special Confessor

Is it possible to get too much Mike?  I don't know, but if it is, we probably accomplished it with the last couple of articles.  I'm going to take a break to say hello to an unknown Confessor who has intrigued me for quite awhile.

I subscribe to a service that gives me information about the traffic to this site.  Among its features is a world map that shows the geographical origin of the last 100 hits.  Awhile ago, I noticed a lonely dot way up north in Canada.  No other hit from anywhere near it.  My service didn't know the name of the location, but it gave me the latitude and longitude of that dot, and putting that together with increasing the size of the map, the hit appears to come from somewhere in the rough country north of Churchill, Manitoba, near the shores of Hudson Bay -- perhaps Churchill itself, since the coordinates are probably approximations.


"The Polar Bear Capital of the World," indeed.  If you Google "Churchill Manitoba" and go to Images, you get a page full of polar bears.   Here's a trio that wandered into town:


It's rough country, by Google Earth appearances.  One website reports that you cannot drive to Churchill.   I picture an intrepid Confessor -- and P1 -- streaming The Ticket and checking out the Confessor Nation's latest reaction to what's happening on the Ticket.   Maybe in one of these Churchill residences.


It has its corresponding beauty, as well:



For all I know, this reader -- I guess I'll call him or her Winston -- is one of our commenters.

In any event, I'd like to say hello to this loyal Confessor, and invite the Nation to give a shout as well.

Thanks for shopping at My Ticket Confession, Winston.  Let us hear from you.

3 comments:

ap said...

And here I thought I was the only one from north of the 49th.

*kicks dirt*

Scott said...

Wow, that is the definition of North. I was not yet a viewer of MTC, but streamed a LOT of the little one while working in Calgary a year ago, and will again soon, but that is nothing compared to Churchill.

Maybe it was Razor visiting distant relatives.

The Plainsman said...

Winston checked in a little before 7 this morning, but has chosen not to correspond. Well, I suppose choosing to live and/or work in that neck of the tundra presumes a preference for one's privacy. Actually, I'm a little jealous. Keep clicking over, Winston.