As we met new people, our declaration of being Canadian was usually followed by apologetic faces on their part. I mean, we’re the Canucks; we’re the ones supposed to be apologizing. The female partner of one couple we met said, “Why are you here? You must hate us.” We don’t hate the US. As one who studies Canadian – American …
Let’s start at the very beginning…a very good place to start… Dateline, June 2013 I sat in Billy Bishop terminal just prior to boarding a Porter Airlines flight from Toronto to Newark, New Jersey…this is where our adventure begins. An email from US Airways arrived to say that my connection from Newark to Charlotte, North Carolina was overbooked. I had …
As I hit the post button we are about to board our US Airways flight to Philadelphia for our connection to London before our drive with Molly and Michael to Bristol. We have been warned that Molly’s car is small, so hoping @MrsStranded and I packed light enough. Oh, right…knew I forgot to mention…I have been packed since Sunday. Was …
Seems time to write this for the upcoming Eroticon 2014 in Bristol. The conference is March 8-9, but we will be in Bristol March 5-10 as part of something we have heard described as a vacation. Regardless, for vanilla reasons, this trip will be a wonderful long glass of water after walking through a big ole’ desert. It is funny …
It is official, we (@strandedGF and myself) are going to Bristol for Eroticon 2014. Flight is booked, hotel is set (for Bristol, at least), and we are ready to go. I know how excited you must all be about this…no?…none of you at all? Damn. Of course, now we must wait four months before we actually do anything. Plan has us …
This “blog”…this series of short stories began just about three years ago. You have no idea how thankful I am to have found an audience for my nasty writing habit. Now, however, it comes time to use a word that I adore…evolution. evolution ˌiːvəˈluːʃ(ə)n,ˈɛv-/ noun the process by which different kinds of living organism are believed to have developed from …
Been forty-two hours since our plane lifted off from Atlanta…yes, 42…funny how that number won a boobie prize for one of the other Eroticon participants all because he had remembered my tattoo. It was truly a whirlwind weekend. As you will now see on the picture above as well as the sidebar to the right on my main page, plans …
Sitting in a silent office as my fingers tap this bit out on the keys. Has been some time since a “train of thought” piece has *ahem* graced these pages, but here goes… The end of August is when the melancholies always hit for the white stuff. Toronto has suffered through, generally, a pretty mild summer…other than the flooding…which compared …
