Traveling Man

2009-07-19T13:35:00.000-03:00

The Battle Of The Shirts

2009-07-19T09:49:00.014-03:00

Here are the contestants. Having survived the Battle Of The Atlantic in WWII, I recently became engaged in The War Of The Shirts. On the left is Shirt No. 1. My daughter, (the one who is wont to rant), told me that if she saw me wearing Shirt No. 1 again she would rip it off my back. (her exact words, I swear). I could see nothing wrong with the shirt. After all, it did everything a shirt is supposed to do. (cover the naked torso). And as for the style, does it differ much from Shirt No. 2? I think not. Having grown up in the dirty thirties, and, living up to traditional Scottish frugality, I like to get full value for my money.

However, fearing violence, I hied to the nearest haberdasherie. We don't have a Moores in Yarmouth so I went to Walmart, Zellers, and finally settled on Marks Work Wearhouse where I purchased Shirt No. 2. (and a pair of pants), displayed on the right.

Does it matter that Shirt No. 1 is 27 years old? My daughter thinks so. Do you?

Iceland, Then and Now

2008-06-08T11:11:00.006-03:00

For several years I have comtemplated revisiting Iceland, where I served during the war. The pictures indicate the changes that have occurred over the past 63 years.

This the cemetery where nine of my squadron mates are buried. All the graves in this plot are of casualties of British Commonwealth nations, including Canada. Several crew members of HMCS Skeena died while their ship was working out of Reykjavik. It is tended for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.

This is the same spot in December, 1944. Notice the lack of trees at that time. I marched in that parade. It was a very blustery day, as indicated by the snow covered uniforms of the honour guard.

Iceland

2008-06-03T11:21:00.003-03:00

Living up to his name, Traveling Man visited Iceland, 63 years after doing wartime service there with the RCAF. This view was taken from the water storage facility for the City of Reykjavik, mounted on a hill alongside the airport. It was taken by Ragnar Ragnarsson, a friend I had met on the Internet. In the background is the airport from which our squadron operated. From a restaurant at the top there is an unlimited view in all directions.
My trip to Iceland proved to be even better than my expectations. Ragnar and I spent an entire afternoon together. He took me to all the places I wanted to see and gave me a tour of the city and surrounding area. Although there is nothing left of our wartime camp site, remembered by Americans as Camp Kitcherbellaikin, and renamed camp Maple Leaf when we took it over from them, I took some pictures at the cemetery nearby where nine of our Squadron casualties are buried.
My visit ended with a bang. I didn't expect to be treated to a 6.3 scale earthquake. However, I was already at the Keflavik airport waiting for my departure time, and the tremor there was barely noticeable. In fact, I didn't know until I got home that the quake had happened.

Reykjavik

2008-05-27T12:06:00.002-03:00

Myhome away from home.

Pigout, 24 May 2008

2008-05-24T18:24:00.005-03:00

Chef JG preparing the feast with some choice T-bones.

The grill is hot and on go the steaks.

Test from Laptop

2008-05-21T09:11:00.002-03:00

Test from Laptop

Prettiest Cat

2008-05-17T15:23:00.002-03:00

Here's my entry in the prettiest cat contest. Buddy, eat your heart out.

Who else has a cat with a cute tuft in the middle of its head like this one.

Speaking Of Clones

2007-09-05T15:07:00.000-03:00

This tomato was grown last year. When fully ripe it tasted very good. Yum Yum.

This fellow grew this year. They must be related. I'm waiting for him to ripen so I can eat him too. Nosey little guys, eh?

Amons, Father & Son

2007-09-05T10:59:00.000-03:00

This makes me wonder. Did Michael, while doing medical research, do some work on human cloning in his spare time? He seems to have produced a replica of himself.

Little Brother Spruce

2007-07-19T15:24:00.000-03:00

When I replaced our front deck 3 years ago, this little tree was growing under the deck, right up against the cement foundation. it was just a few inches tall when I transplanted it in the lawn. I wasn't sure it would grow, but here it is, well over a foot high and doing very well.

A Tree Grows In Sprucewood

2007-07-18T19:42:00.000-03:00

In keeping with the name of our street, Sprucewood Drive, I planted a small blue spruce in 2004. It has grown about eight inches a year and now stands over three feet tall. I tried to post a picture for each year, but for the life of me I couldn't get the images to appear in the proper sequence

A Few Great Grandkids

2007-07-07T20:31:00.001-03:00

Alex and Austin

Megan and Cole

From Newfoundland, Eric and Jamie.

These appear fairly well arranged when composed but I have no idea how they will look when posted. Although the pictures are of the kids at various ages, the youngest are at the top and the oldest at the bottom.

The Webcam

2007-05-06T12:47:00.000-03:00

After much frustration, trial and error, experimentation and tearing of hair, we managed at last to establish contact by webcam. This is Couch Potato, late at night, after receiving an update from microsoft in response to an error report, as viewed on my computer monitor. I guess she was laughing at my unsightly appearance on her own screen.

Two Old Vets

2007-04-18T13:02:00.000-03:00

Caught by a photographer for the local paper, two grizzled old vets shiver in the cold Yarmouth April weather at a ceremony held to commemorate the Battle of Vimy Ridge, fought by Canadian troops in the first world war. They don't look very happy. The one on the right looks vaguely familiar.

Silly Grins Contest

2007-02-14T20:35:00.000-04:00

Now that should be a contender

It must run in the Genes

Mostly about Susie

2007-01-30T13:51:00.000-04:00

Learning to read, with the help of her big sister

With the coming of a little brother, her motherly instinct kicks in

Bad hair day?

All grown up nd ready for a big date.

Nannan's Nanny

2007-01-20T13:07:00.000-04:00

While delving through my slides, scanning some to put on a disk, I came across these two gems. Susan, (the name Nannan had not yet been coined), heard that goat's milk was very nutritious. So she decided to get herself a nanny, (goat). Here it is, tethered to a stake in the pasture. The problem was, she didn't know how to milk it. So she invited me over to give her a few pointers.

Now, I had no experience milking goats, although I had milked a lot of cows while growing up on a farm. A job we often referred to as "pulling tits". (never once, in my years on the farm, did I hear a farmer refer to those things as "teats). But I thought the principle must be the same so I agreed. Unlike milking a cow, which is done from the side, a goat is attacked from the rear. As I leaned over to do the job, I remarked to Susan, "I never thought I'd ever stoop to this".

Unfortunately, the goat project didn't pan out. Apparently the kids were not enamored with the taste of goat's milk. So poor Nanny lost her job. However, during her short stay, she aroused quite a bit of interest, as shown by her admirers here.

2007-01-13T19:43:00.000-04:00

I've got the car, so there!

(follow-up on tuffysmom's blog)

Somebody's been eating my hamburger. Anybody want a cat?

Ancient History

2007-01-07T12:05:00.000-04:00

When we were posted to France in 1957, one of the first things I bought was a new camera. I have accumulated 13 trays of slides, each tray containing 140 images. Since my projector broke down recently I needed to find some way to make use of the pictures. When I saw a scanner with an feature allowing the copying of slides at a reasonable price, I took it home. Since them I have spent hours making copies.
Here is a picture I took at a cemetery near Marville, France. Hundreds of skulls, and a stack of arm and leg bones stacked up against the wall on the left. Kinda gruesome, eh? Lord knows how long ago these people passed away.
On a more cheerful note, Nannan is shown above with our new zephyr automobile, somewhere in France.

Days gone by

2006-12-26T12:16:00.000-04:00

In going over some old stuff I ran across these two people. Theydidn't realize it at the time that one day they would become known in bloggerworld a NANNAN and TUFFYSMOM. The one on the left became FIREGUY.

Curling

2006-11-04T16:45:00.000-04:00

Our curling season opened this week. To get things underway, the first rock was thrown by Guy Hemmings. Guy is a very popular curler from Quebec, a fan favorite of those who have watched him live or on television. I was asked to hold the broom for the ceremony and two of our junior curlers were the sweepers.
Guy and two assistants were touring Canda for the Canadian Curling Association to promote the sport. They were visiting all the clubs in the area, working with local curlers. A reception was held at the club where he signed a lot of autographs and had his picture taken with many of those present.
I wore my vintage curling sweater for the event, one I knitted myself over forty years ago.

Life and times of a cat

2006-10-28T15:34:00.000-03:00

My name is Kayla. Fireguy adopted me and brought me home. My age is unknown, and I'm told I should lose some weight. I'm a little tired now after playing " The Flight of the Bumblebee".

Sometimes I take the SeaDoo out for a spin on Lake Milo.Fireguy said theTitanic had sunk in the lake so I thought I'd take a look.

Traveling Man was out tending the Sports Heritage Museum this morning so I thought I'd see what was on the radio.

Here I am in solemn prayer, hoping I won't be booted off of here. I wouldn't like to land in the doghouse!! It took quite a leap to get up here in the first place.

Oh well, now that I'm up here I might as well relax and listen to some music.

Sunday Shopping

2006-10-15T11:21:00.000-03:00

It had to come. SUNDAY SHOPPING, I mean. After all, how many of those who voted against it never ate out, gassed up their car, got sick and had to get treatment, needed the fire department or police - on a Sunday. I know the Sunday Brunch at the Prince Arthur restaurant is always well attended.

I suppose I should have waited for a customer to show up before pressing my shutter at the Sobey's pumpkin pile, however, there were lots of cars in the parking lot.

At least I got a scene to remind us of Halloween and the myriads of trick and treaters who will be coming to visit in a couple of weeks.

Yes, I'm still alive, your infrequent blogger.

A Destiny Fulfilled

2006-09-19T11:15:00.000-03:00

Now nicely ripened, my little tomato knew that its purpose in life had been attained, and like a suicide bomber, went happily to its reward.

I had it for lunch today, its little spout and all. It was delicious.

My Tomato Garden

2006-09-14T11:17:00.000-03:00

I'm a little teapot
here's my spout
tip me over
pour me out

A product of my tomato garden. a nosey little fellow.
I've already had a few and there are lots more on the vines, but they are taking forever to ripen.

Bike Rally

2006-09-10T10:32:00.000-03:00

On the weekend of September 9th, Halifax had its International air show. In Yarmouth, it was motorcycles. They came in droves, hundreds of them, from all over eastern North America.

At noon on Saturday they assembled on main street in downtown Yarmouth and traffic was closed for a while. They came in all shapes and sizes, all shined and polished to perfection

Here is a three seater, almost like a car, but steered with handle bars remotely connected to the front wheel. Great for a small family outing.

Here is a real sporty model. Imagine doing about about a hundred and fifty klicks down the highway on this. Hang onto your hats.

Now here's one for the young fry - or maybe there was a midget in the group.
After lunch they all proceeded to the airport where races were held on the runway not in use. They went one at a time making timed runs . In starting off, several of them did a wheelie when picking up speed. A good crowd was there to watch the performance.

Long Weekend

2006-09-01T10:59:00.000-03:00

Around 10:30 this morning Fireguy fired up his Blazer and took off to get a music fix at a CCR concert in Antigonish, with a stopover in Stellarton to visit with Tuffysmom. So I am left with a batch of felines for company. First is Kayla, sometimes referred to as "White". Her age is unknown, and she's about as wide as she is long.

Next comes Katie, a hand-me-down from Tuffysmom some years ago She has a cute little sprig of hair, almost like a horn in the middle of her head. She's long and lanky, but not very brave, and is often bullied by Shania.

Shania is at the head of the feline pecking order and bosses both the other cats. All these cats have one characteristic. They are lap cats. When visitors arrive, they won't be sitting long before one of the cats will jump up on their laps. This is fine if the callers are cat lovers, but that's not always the case. Shania often keeps my lap warm while I'm watching TV. Fireguy seems to be the favorite of the other two.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a nice time over the long labour day weekend. Cheers.

All Decked Out

2006-08-18T16:59:00.000-03:00

OLD DECK
The old deck looked fine, but a while ago I went through one of the deck planks and when replacing it, I noticed the sills underneath were rotten. Not good. Better a new deck than a broken leg. Here are Black and Decker at work on the new one.

NEW DECK
The new deck was finished today

Tuffy at lunch

2006-08-16T21:47:00.000-03:00

This cat has the unique ability to make himself invisible, especially when a car ride is in the offing. Someimes it takes hours before he is located. Maybe a diet change should be introduced. After all, beer and potato salad don't seem appropriate for a cat. Does he drink straight from the bottle?

An Eventful Weekend

2006-08-15T19:44:00.000-03:00

Well, I finally managed to get three pictures posted. You have heard of the eventful weekend from another source, corn boil, barbecue with big meal, etc. I had a picture of the dark cloud as it rapidly approached while we were barbecuing, but it wouldn't load until I entered all the text.

Then presto, it worked. With it came a big wind which blew the barbecue out, along with lots of rain. It didn't dampen our spirits much though.
As for Tuffy, he wouldn't be in plain sight when it was time to go home. No, he was not on the dining room table, or anywhere else where he could be seen.
Now to publish, hoping it will look the same as on this compose page.

Completely fed up

2006-08-14T15:47:00.000-03:00

I am completely fed up with this program. For the past two days I have been unable to upload images. After going through the procedure to include an image, nothing appears. I have spent hours at it with no results.

Bike Rally

2006-08-05T19:23:00.000-03:00

I was just finishing my supper of beans and hot dogs when two bikers showed up at the door. They stayed a while and then went pedaling off up the road. Does anybody know them?

Kedji Security

2006-08-03T00:42:00.000-03:00

Following is a copy of an e-mail I sent to Parks Canada.

"On 1st August, when returning to Yarmouth from a meeting at Bridgewater, I decided to spend a few minutes with my daughter who was camping at Kejimkujik National Park. At the gate I was told that security regulations forbade them to tell me the location of her camp site. They suggested I check at the tourist information centre a short distance down the road. I paid the entrance fee and continued. At the information centre I was again denied my daughters location, but that I could continue and search the camping areas myself.Would you kindly explain what security risk would have been involved in helping me locate my daughter's camp site. My time was limited on that day so I turned around and came home."

I had a passenger with me and we didn't have time to start searching the camping areas.

Some random thoughts

2006-07-28T19:40:00.000-03:00

Here are some things I find it very hard to believe:
Noah and His Ark:
There's not enough water in existance to flood the entire globe, even if it rained for forty days and forty nights. Among his animals, would he have had room for a pair of all the sorts of dinosaurs, wooly mammoths, etc? We know such creatures existed. It would take a lot of feed to keep all those animals alive for 150 days until the water went down.

Adam and Eve: Who did Cain and Abel marry to perpetuate mankind? And when the big flood came, the only people saved were Noah and his family. Everything else on the earth was destroyed.

I believe all life evolved and that the earth underwent many changes along the way. Din0saurs once roamed the earth in Alberta, and when they came to an end that same area was covered by ice. I believe that the Earth was hit by a huge meteor which knocked it off its regular orbit and that spelled the end of the dinosaurs. Areas once tropical became polar regions covered by ice. Remains of a wooly mammoth have been found in Nova Scotia.
I believe that Earth will be hit again by a huge meteor and will undergo another big change. If man doesn't blow it up first using neuclear power. Fasten your seat belts.

Tuffysmom flies

2006-07-26T16:41:00.000-03:00

Tuffysmom asked for some pictures of planes that I gave her rides in.When she was about three years old I took her up in the Piper Cub shown above. She was in the back seat and shortly after takeoff I looked around to see how she was making out. She said "Watch where you're going Daddy'" I guess she was afraid we would run into something. She also had rides in the Stinson. One of those trips was to Digby.

Out hangar was across the highway from the airport, and each morning we would taxi across the highway to get onto the airort.

A forlorn little waif

2006-07-21T23:44:00.000-03:00

This is just to reply to a comment regarding the size of my font. This is a larger size. Actually, my old font was easier to read on my monitor than either Marsha's or Michelle's.
Now I'll publish it to see if Mr Blogger has frigged it up. Time for bed.

Cats, cats, cats

2006-07-20T14:34:00.000-03:00

Shania and Katie pose for the camera man.

Kayla is musically inclined and is pretty good on the organ.

Katie is cooling off in the grass. Tuffy comes to visit once in a while.
This whole exercise is just for practice. Me and Mr. Blogger don't get along to well together and I have a difficult time getting images and text to come out where they should when the blog is published. Using the preview feature doesn't help as it looks different than on the compose page and is also different than on the published blog. I would not say that the program is very user friendly. Anyway, here goes, I'll publish this and see what kind of a mess I have made.

Fore!, Lets go golfing

2006-07-18T19:03:00.000-03:00

Yarmouth Golf Club

A golfing we will go. On the right is Tiger Crocker, who provides the cart so that we two old crocks don't have to walk. I help provide the gas. We go out each day when the weather is fine. The ball doesn't go as far as it used to but we have fun and get good exercise.

Dick, ready to tee off on hole # one.
Fore!!

Spruce Trees for Sprucewood Drive

2006-07-15T14:35:00.000-03:00

On our lawn were two old stumps, cut off at ground level, where two big spruce trees once stood. I decided to replace them with new spruce trees, which seemed appropriate for the address, Sprucewood Drive. This little blue spruce is shown as it was in mid July of the last three years.

I found the little tree on the left growing under our front deck, up alongside the foundation wall. It must have sprouted from a seed which had lain dormant for over fifteen yeats, and then decided to sprout.

Gardening and Stuff

2006-07-12T16:53:00.000-03:00

Last year the forsythia bush to the left was a dead loss. But this year it is loaded with blossoms which are not quite yet if full bloom.

There is a story behind the tomato plants shown below. There was small square in the corner of the back yard where I had piled grass clippings last year. The grass had died so I decided to dig it up and plant some tomatoes. At Anthony's fruit stand in Dayton I asked "S" for some advice on which kind to buy. Now, "S" is the same person who approached me a long time ago, saying that if I ever intended to sell my place in Dayton, she wanted first chance to buy it. I agreed. Later on, when I decided to move to town I held up listing the place until she had her chance. It turned out she only offered about half of what I wanted for it. She still apologises for inconveniencing me. So she gave me the tomato plants, free of charge. She even threw in some pansies as well.

The tomatoes grew alright, and although they produce lots of blossoms, I have yet to see a tomato. The buds just fall off. Maybe there's a jinx on them. My green thumh seems to have lost its touch. Anyway, they were free, so I can't complain

I planted the pansies out front where they have a lot of competition from the other flowerw.

Hair today - gone tomorrow

2006-07-08T11:37:00.000-03:00

A story about growing old. You start life with a little hair on your head. Later on, some sprouts in other places and, like the kid in the commercial who says. "I'm a big kid now", you can say, "I'm a grown-up now. Fast forward . The hair on the head either starts to turn white, fall out, or a little of both. See what I mean?

1943 and 2006

More about Rolf

2006-06-29T23:52:00.000-03:00

In response to Nannan's remarks to my previous posting, it was not my fascination with the Queen that prompted me to watch "The Queen, by Rolf". It was because I have been a fan of Rolf Harris since watching him on TV many years ago. I had often wondered what happened to him. Apart from his talent as an entertainer, I didn't realize that his stature as a painter was such that he would receive the honour of doing a special portrait for the queen's 80th birthday.
However, durig the sittings for the portrait, the casual conversation carried on between the two of them showed the queen as real, genuine person.
It was very interesting to watch as his first random brush strokes gradually brought the picture to life, even to the final touch-up to make the strings of pearls look so real. I wish now that I had taped it so that I could watch his majic again.
If Michael reads this, does his name pop up in Australia once in a while?

The Queen, by Rolf

2006-06-20T22:32:00.000-03:00

When I saw the television listing, The Queen, by Rolf, I decided to check it out. I had a hunch it was by Rolf Harris, the Australian artist and entertaineer, famous for his "Tie me Kangaroo Down, Sport" song. Sure enough it was. It showed the whole process of the painting, including the two sittings by the queen. It was interesting to see her in such an informal setting, with quite a lot of chatting between the two as he worked. He even selected the dress she was to wear for the painting. What a talent he has.

The portrait, commissioned to mark the monarch's 80th birthday, is said to be an "impressionistic", rather than a "photographic", representation.

When he started by daubing big random brush strokes of colour on the canvas, it didn't look like anything. and it was very interesting to watch as the picture came to life.

The program showed the unveiling of the finished portrait at Buckingham Palace. I'm glad I watched it.

A Tree Grows In Westville

2006-06-16T12:02:00.000-03:00

Barely visible near the point of the yellow arrow is the Westville Spruce when it was just a baby.

The Westville Tree

2006-06-15T12:32:00.000-03:00

This is the last picture I have of the tree mentioned in tuffysmom's blog. It was taken in the year 2000, just after being trimmed.

A poetic moment for Oilers fans

2006-06-15T11:51:00.000-03:00

The Oilers won,
with a little luck
they put the puck
behind the opponent's goalie
Holy Moly

The chilled champaigne
of the Hurricanes
will have to stay
for another day
on ice
how nice

I left my mark

2006-06-11T21:55:00.000-03:00

I like to plant things and watch them grow. So when I found a bare spot in a corner of my lawn, I decided to plant a garden. The grass had died where I had piled the lawn clippings last year and the ground was bare. So I dug it up and put in four tomato plants. Don't laugh, they're growing just fine.

If you plant a tree, you can change that small bit of landscape for years to come.
Over seventy years ago, in a time known in the West as the dirty thirties, many sloughs dried up due to drought. Dust storms drifted the soil like snow in the winter. The government decided to help farmers by providing trees with which to build windbreaks. When I suggested we plant a one around our house, Dad was reluctant to plow up a strip of land to do it. He said, " It will just blow away".
Finally he agreed, and I went to work. From seed I planted a row of caraganas, a hardy bush used usually for hedges, around the outside. Next, along the north side I used cuttings from trees which lined a neighbor's driveway. The rest was filled in with trees from a government nursery in Saskatchewan. Seen above, indicated by the yellow arrow, is a satellite view of those trees, surrounding the old house. A few days ago, I set foot there again, where once we played as barefoot kids..
The whitish areas in the image are wispy clouds between the satellite and the earth.

Wanna fight?

2006-06-10T11:53:00.000-03:00

Cole Liam Firth

I have 8 Grandkids. This is one of them.

2006-06-09T15:33:00.000-03:00

Still frigging around with templates

2006-06-09T09:02:00.000-03:00

This one seems to fill the bill. Plenty of room to post pictures, easy selections for fonts, etc.

On 1 June, 2006, I stood just outside the back door of the old farm house. We used to play here in the yard, going barefoot all summer. Trees, bushes and tall grass now grow where once our normal traffic kept them under control. We dared not step inside,fearing the floor might cave in and drop us into the cellar.

The years have taken their toll, and as with humans, one day this old house will give way to time.

Template

2006-06-09T01:02:00.000-03:00

Having fun trying to find a suitable template. I'm not particularly fond of this one.

Where The Buffalo Roamed

2006-06-08T08:41:00.000-03:00

Fireguy has kept you posted on our trip to Alberta.
For me it was all that I expected, and more. The highlight, of course, was a visit to the place where I grew up. To get there we had to drive across a farmer's field, a field on which I had once sat for hours on the hard seat of a plow, or walked behind a set of harrows.

On the right is the house as it looked like somewhere around 1920, looking from the south west. On the left, and below, as it is in 2006. It never saw a coat of paint in its entire life. Visiting here brings back a lot of memories.

Heading West

2006-05-26T08:28:00.000-03:00

Traveling man is heeding the advice of someone who said "Go west, young man" and is taking off for Calgry this morning. With favourable winds, we should arrive there at 8:40 PM, Alberta time.

My trusty aircraft is all warmed up and off we go.

Cheers!

Bewildered,Befuddled Blogger

2006-05-24T16:46:00.000-03:00

Yes, I'm befuddled. Last night I stayed up until 1:30 AM trying to get out a blog. It was to have a picture at the top, some text under that, and some more text.
The first image came out great, and I added some text. Then I wanted to place another image under that, thinking it would be placed where my curser was. It wasn't. It was at the top of the blog, above the first picture. This, of course destroyed the sequence. I tried to cut snd paste. No luck. I couldn't even get rid of the top picture.
After about three tries I gave up and went to bed.
This morning I asked Fireguy how he did his. "Cut and Paste" he said.
I started a test blog, inserted a picture, then another picture, and tried to get the second one under the first. It wouldn't cut, so, of course, had nothing to paste.
I tried the keyboard shortcut for cut, CTL + x. It cut the picture alright, but still wouldn't paste, even trying the keyboard shortcut for paste, which is Ctl + V. . Still no luck.
Fireguy said, "Well, it works on my computer".
I thought it might be some of my browser settings, but couldn't fix it. We saved what we had as a draft.
Our next step: We opened my site on Fireguy's computer and tried to edit it there. It worked perfectly. So now, if I want to publish a blog needing any image placement changes, I have to do it on fireguy's computer.
Woe is me!!

Truck Driver

2006-05-24T00:38:00.000-03:00

Big shot truck driver strolling down 7th Avenue, Calgary sometime in 1940. Note the jaunty chauffeur type hat he's wearing. He'll be visiting here next week, if he can find the spot among all the high rise buildings that have sprouted up since that time.

My web-cam camera caught me as I was doing this. The ravages of time!
Keep tuned!

New template

2006-05-20T11:32:00.000-03:00

I've been juggling around some templates to find the most suitable one. The last one, with the pink background, looked a bit too "girlie".
Shown above is 7 Sprucewood Drive.

2006-05-19T21:57:00.000-03:00

This is Shania, (not Twain)
She sleeps on my bed.
Shania, ( the real Twain) sleeps with some other Mutt.

2006-05-19T20:11:00.000-03:00

If computers had been invented in Shakespeare's day, the famous soliloquy might have read, "To blog or not to blog, that is the question."

And so it was with me. After much arm twisting I finally gave in.