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     My epic 31 hour ordeal of driving, waiting in airports, and flying from my wintry home in McBride, BC to my childhood home in southern ...

I am sitting in the empty Prince George airport waiting for my flight to Vancouver.  Joan drove me up and dropped me off a few hours before ...

    Yesterday afternoon, Joan returned from her excursion to Jasper National Park.  I was there at the McBride train station when her t...

    This morning, I saw Lucifer sitting on the back of the couch trying to milk all the heat she could, out of the sunshine that was st...

    What you are looking at is the McBride Train Station.  It sits smack-dab at the end of Main Street and is the central focus of the ...

    Since it is the last week of February, I was hoping to see some sign that maybe winter would show some mercy and starting to loosen...

    Back in 1975, when I was teaching in the one-room school in the isolated logging camp, one of my numerous chores was to pick up a c...