It was early in my tenure as a Niagaran that I clued into the possibility St. Catharines might have some self-esteem issues.
The giveaway was a gateway sign on the Queen Elizabeth Way. It read ‘St. Catharines. When you need a little Niagara.”
Every time I saw it, I imagined a family of tourists hurtling down the highway, bound for Niagara Falls (a lot of Niagara, by contrast, perhaps?), when Mom or Dad decided to pull off in St. Catharines. “You know kids, I just don’t feel like that much Niagara after all so we’re spending the day in St. Catharines instead.”
Oh, the chorus of disappointed moans and groans I was certain would follow such a decision.
Poor St. Catharines, the largest urban centre in Niagara Region and nothing to really hang its hat on. Until now.