47 years

In a couple of weeks it will be 47 years since I proposed to Wendy and asked her if she would spend the rest of her life with me. I will be 69 towards the end of this year, my Dad died just short of his 72 birthday as that “line in the sand” has…

Dear Diary

We have two, no three granddaughters who have their own diary. It is somewhere to write what they think or feel, more likely feel I suppose but it is their own words and their own thoughts. I thought I might do the same, rather here. Not so private, but what do I have to say…

5 Years since Covid

We were talking last evening at our weekly family dinner about the past 5 years. We are coming to the 5th anniversary of the lockdown. What a time was that!! For me, it was a sudden halt in travel and commuting through the Toronto gridlock. Suddenly, we were at home, at the dining room table…