A Million Vacations
Boy oh boy, some people have too little to think about. Â …
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Boy oh boy, some people have too little to think about. Â …
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I could not believe the selfishness of some parents at the Royal Tyrrell Museum last week, and it must occur at all public spaces. Â There’s nothing wrong with schlepping little junior through in a stroller, but does it have to be the Hummer of strollers? Â …
Brandt’s Randt – Hummer-sized Strollers! Read More »
We have mused and fantasized about owning an RV or trailer for as long as we’ve been together. Â …
Our New Old Set of Wheels Read More »
My cousin BA, Aunt Wanda and I scooted over to Strathmore from Calgary and picked up two more cousins, Mike and Wanda and Wanda’s boyfriend Dave, for our excursion to Drumheller. …
Royal Tyrrell and a Hoodoo Field Read More »
On my plane ride to Calgary my seatmate, a man who had retired at 27 and somehow escaped without me strangling him in a jealous rage, said “You HAVE to go to the Columbia Icefield!” Â Apparently it has receded tremendously in the decades since I last saw it. I vividly recall running toward the plain of ice and recoiling in horror as a stranger next to me suddenly began urinating on its edge. Â …
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Ah Calgary. It’s the Canadian city of exponential growth and recent, devastating flooding. It’s also the home of my closest cousin, my sister-from-another-mister, Barbara-Anne and her family. …