The Fairy Folk
Despite the morbid original purpose of the trail, Bear and I enjoyed our walk to The Fairy Steps.
Click on the coffin road for the full story.
Me, and Mac & Mac
My first impression was “this is a dump”, but necessity exceeded repulsion and I signed up for a one-year lease.
Click on 1818 Scarth Street for details.
Flying in Africa
Tswelelo invited me into the right seat and for the next hour and a half I was living the dream.
U of CPR
My first ride on a train was in an empty boxcar of a grain freighter.
It was a disaster.
I Will See Africa
My fascination with Africa began during a Saskatchewan blizzard.
Click on the African sky for details…
Hopeless Infatuation
I bought a CD, which began a love affair that has not faded.
Brass Monkey
It turns out, the phrase has nothing to do with monkey junk.
Lights Out
“After the concert, Santa Claus may, or may not, make an appearance. If he does, he often smells like whiskey.”
Calling The Shots
“The teller recovered”, Hogan said, “but we had to get rid of the guns”.
Dream Day
Doing good deeds for lost children is not the usual stuff of dreams.