My youngest sister turned a half century old last month. She lives just north of Toronto, Ontario, We had some time available and were planning to drive up there and visit her over her birthday, but decided to fly instead. It just seemed like the drive would be too long and at my age probably too painful. My hip and ankle gett quite painful after about two hours of driving. This would have been close to twenty hours of driving each way and that seemed to much for me to handle. So we flew. We had to drive up to Winnipeg and took a flight to Toronto. My sister's partner picked us up there. All the way back to her place we enjoyed looking at some beautiful old country Ontario scenery. We drove through Amish country and got a taste of what makes southern Ontario beautiful. We went through what seemed like hundreds of little towns and each one seemed to have its own theme. One had statues and images of bears. ...
A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Thomas Mann