My first plane ride (if you could call it a plane) was when I was sixteen. I took a buzzer from Edmonton to Kelowna … the aircraft was so small that the passengers banged heads together when they adjusted in their seats.
For the most part, I consider that trip a primer for my first REAL trip, which was to Florida in 1990, when I was a dapper 20 year old. […keep reading]
In keeping with the summer vacation theme, I was thinking today about a particularly traumatic summer vacation when my family drove home early.
I was sixteen. My father’s mother, Baba, had passed away that spring, and two months later, we were enjoying the well deserved quiet and serenity of the BC countryside. […keep reading]
Home again, in my bed. Vacation is nice, but home is nicer. Although our family vacations are rather simple, they are still far more extravagant than the simple ones I took with my family as a child.
My parents owned a tent trailer. Not the super kind with the king sized beds, kitchen table, stove and porta-potty, but the simplest of trailers. […keep reading]
Oh, how badly I’ve wanted to get back at this keyboard!! It was great, giving only my viewpoint on the world around me, and sharing it with the world around me. […keep reading]