It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Collingwood that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Aside from rather ugly weather this evening, Carol and I are having a moment to think about what we have done. We are moving away from many kind and wonderful people. For the past few days we have been extended every kindness. Friday we were invited to a gathering of a surprising number of Blue Shores residents at Collingwood Brewery and then again at Barb's home where we drank too much, devoured pizza, and in general acted like adolescents. It was all great fun. We will miss all of our friends in Collingwood - but never fear, we will return.
The US have their NRA and they have a lot of political clout. There is a new rather sinister movement building in Canada that is suggesting that we need to arm ourselves too:
- Do you ever drive by yourself at night? = Do you walk the dog or exercise when the sun is down?
- Do you have a family to protect?
- If something were to happen, would you be prepared?
The truth is, most people underestimate the importance of owning a great flashlight. And these days, in a world where terrorism, and natural disasters are becoming the norm, it's more important than ever to have the right tactical gear.
Oh Well
Mike and Nancy Dillon's cottage, Woodland Beach circa 1976.
I found these ticket stubs in the purge. They are a pretty good bunch of performers.
 As gruesome as this picture is, there is a pretty funny story behind it. She is a very cute little girl.