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      In January of 1973, I mailed off a letter of inquiry to the government of Canada, telling of our wish to immigrate, and asking ho...

It was on the night of November 7th, 1972 when it finally sunk in—the United States, the country I grew up in, and the only country I ...

    Lately we have been blessed with some really beautiful blue skies.  Maybe it is all the blindingly white snow covering the ground t...

    Here is a sign of Spring.  This is a photo of the path I walk daily, around the pond.  It used to appear like a 1 foot (30cm) deep ...

    For most of the year, during the night, there are all kinds of things going around our place that I am never aware of.  Its diffe...

    You might not think it from looking at the photo, but here in the Robson Valley, it is starting to feel like Spring.  Snow still de...

    The highlight of my week is always playing at our Tuesday Night Jam Session in the McBride Library Annex.  Last night was going to ...