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Up From the Blue

My cyber friend Susan Henderson’s recently launched novel is beautiful times ten. Please read it for your own book-loving self’s sake. I promise you won’t feel regret. Wonder, sorrow, astonishment and hope, yes. But not regret.

Developmental Topographical Disorder @ gettinglost.ca

I’m sure I have this new disorder. Why else would I get hopelessly lost in apartment buildings and malls, end up in Oakland when I’m trying to get to Disneyland, lose home when it’s two blocks away and have a black space in my imagination where there should be road maps?

Who knows? You might have it too.

John Wayne and my Moose Hunting Grandpa

It may or may not be true my maternal grandpa, a Short from Timmons Ontario, took John Wayne moose hunting on the back of his motorcycle.

There are divided camps on the authenticity of this story, as there usually are when family or history is involved. My level-headed sister, the nay camp, insists our grandpa never owned a motorcycle. Besides, she would have heard such a story long ago if it were true. The yay camp, my father (though not my sister’s), is an ex-Shakespearean actor with a strong stage presence and a tickly beard.

Whom, I ask, would you believe?