Monthly Archives: January 2015

Feet Flying Over Stone: Part II

His name was Jean Moreau.  He was fifty years old and lived in Becancour, Quebec.  I know because I still have the newspaper clipping about him taped into a scrapbook.  Below I wrote “Tough day at the office.”  Reading the … Continue reading

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Feet Flying Over Stone: Part I

Another story from the archive; the mountains can be harsh. If it’s your turn to cook, the day flies by, but there is little time to enjoy it. Sometimes, the weather is ideal, but you get lost in the mayhem of … Continue reading

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Hooked on Halifax: Part IV

Angela and Heather urge us to explore Halifax more thoroughly before we depart.  We listen, but not too closely.  We both want to get home, so we bypass the busy downtown, and instead opt for a quick drive along the … Continue reading

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Hooked on Halifax: Part III

When I think of worms, I think of a robin yanking a fat night crawler up from the mud in my front yard.  I think of a bowl of stringy spaghetti and how it would look in my small intestine.  … Continue reading

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