How do you spell guilty pleasure? Here in Canada I spell it P-O-U-T-I-N-E. Poutine is a side dish (or meal, depending how you look at it) that is comprised of fries, brown gravy and cheese curds. If you have never had it and are just trying to visualize it I can imagine you are thinking [...]
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Tied by the heartstrings…
As I sit amongst the busy chatter and robust laughter in the Alpengruss Restaurant in Wakefield, Quebec this morning, my thoughts are far away with the people of North Dakota who are being impacted by the flooding. Minot's mandatory evacuation of roughly a quarter of its population is heartbreaking. I know that there is likely [...]
Representin’ New York…
A lady stopped in her car at the parking lot at the Giant Tiger store yesterday to chat with me. Noah (Oprah) postulated that it was because she wanted to see who the crazy American driver who almost hit her was. He believes my driving is at best a public nuisance and at worst a [...]
Merci beaucoup
There is a quietness in this place where we are staying in Wakefield even as it is filled with the life of those inhabit it. It operates on a time of its own making – a time that has priorities but is not controlled by the urgency of them. I like it here. I [...]
Blasting my music and “singing” with abandon…
Well, it is day two in Wakefield (a lovely small town in Quebec, Canada). Oprah and Gayle's Big Adventure continues. Oprah (Noah) has already portrayed a few traits that indicate that he is not the best travel companion. The first (and perhaps the most annoying) of the traits is his penchant for back-seat driving while [...]
Our Big Adventure…
I don't have a smart phone. There are a couple of reasons for that. First, I surmise I am not smart enough to operate one (which says something about me which probably is the opposite of smart); second, I don't want to be that connected all the time as I know I will become addicted [...]
Did I forget anything at home?
Whenever I travel I am always nervous that I will forget something important at home. I am not sure why I worry about it so much as I can't ever recall forgetting anything of substance at home. I surmise that my success in remembering things that I worry about forgetting is directly correlated to the [...]
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