Late For Dinner
“Call me anything you like, just don’t call me late for dinner.”
Strike the railroad dinner chime for details…
“Call me anything you like, just don’t call me late for dinner.”
Strike the railroad dinner chime for details…
Quacking while copulating is a clever survival technique.
Click on the amorous Wood Frogs for details….
People who grew up on a farm are a fraternity, we understand one another.
Click on either boy or his pet for details.
This cabinet may or may not have held the key used by a prostitute in a Joni Mitchell song.
Click on the Empire Hotel lobby cabinet for details…
There is no way to stand in a graveyard with a shovel, without feeling conspicuous.
Click on any winter tombstone for details…
This is what a prisoner looked like in the 1920s.
Click on either girl’s reflection, for a reflection.
A former resident of this ranch gave us clues to the location of a lost treasure.
Click on his gate for a follow-up…
There is a treasure hidden somewhere in southern Saskatchewan, and I intend to find it.
Click on the “X” and come along for the hunt. We can share the booty.
You can almost hear the sound of the children’s boots on the heavy plank sidewalk.
Click on either Arcola resident for details…
The magnificent tree on the left was planted in 1870, nineteen years before Frederik Bekker landed on the Azores.
Click on the Metrosidero tree for the full story.