Ordeal #1 I had broken my own main travel rule - It's worth paying extra for a non-stop flight - so I wasn't surprised when things went sideways last month on our trip to Paris. We should have driven six hours south to our friend Alex's house near the airport. Alex always puts our car in his heated garage then he and his wife Nancy drive us to the Minneapolis/St Paul Airport. After the trip, he picks us up, feeds us supper, and after breakfast next day he packs us a lunch and sends us on our way. Sweet. But direct flights to Paris from MSP were expensive, so by driving three hours north to Winnipeg and booking our flight with WestJet, we saved several hundred dollars. The catch was we'd have to fly two hours west to Calgary to catch our direct flight to Paris. Our travel day to Winnipeg was beautiful, but during the drive to Winnipeg, WestJet, for some unexplainable reason, had delayed our flight to Calgary by four hours, meaning we'd miss out flight to...
In a vain attempt to relieve the boredom of windy, cold & cloudy March days I'm reproducing a series of Sven & Ula stories in hopes of generating periodic laughter inside or outside our bodies. I think is important to entertain some silliness once in awhile, in response to what negatively confronts us day by day; A TALL ORDER AS OF FEBRUARY 28, 2026. “Vat ya doin’ dere, Sven?” Ula asked, leaving his pickup. “Bear’s a l’l ol’ to catch dem l’il balls vun after anudder like dat, eh. Can’t ya yust feed ‘em to ‘im in a bowl?” “Nah, Ula,” Sven said, not looking directly at Ula. “Dese line up yust perfect in ‘is intest tines sose dey don’t bunch up. Don’t be vantin’ dat.” "The large black curly-haired dog sitting patiently in front of him . . ." Sven readied another ball, about the size of a quarter coin, to toss toward the large black curly-haired dog sitting patiently in front of ...