- Just how does anyone get an invite to this inner sanctum of web images? Seems they're pretty exclusive of just who they let post up stuff...?
- ..my wife has asked if the hurricane's track is going to meet up with our flight path...so what does old Geezer Gizmo do...consult the five best hurricane apps...then quietly says..screw it we're going and nothing will stop us -- there is such a thing as too much information!
- ...a family friend, but not a close one I hasten to add, stopped by to see my mother this morning in Cobourg Hospital. He was there for a brief required visit and just upon leaving said to my mother, despite being told about her condition, "Bea and I will save you a little of her Christmas cake." Here is her reply, " oh, Doug, I'm not sick--- I'm dying" He exited very quickly. Then Mum offered to my sister Jenn, "Their Christmas cake was never as good as mine anyway!"
- Needless to say, she has never suffered fools or false emotions. My Dad once said that it sometimes is difficult to love Mum but she is more than worth the effort. I know now that she had built in radar and was quick to the need of those who were true people and true friends. The many who send her best wishes you'll always be impressed with any impact she has had on another's life.
- As we plot our way back to Canada to be at Mum's side, I check hurricane paths every 2 minutes or so....and then tentatively do the flight booking...fly from Paris don't have to go via New York but...path changes and I can do Air Canada over the pole redeye --- money no object just a seat and a flight.
there was a big storm in my youth, Hurricane Hazel, that changed the landscape of southern Ontario forever and very much for the better. In my hometown of Port Hope several heavy polluting industries were so close to rivers they were almost washed away. But Hurricane Hazel caused many new laws and bylaws to be enacted creating flood control and new conservation areas as well as no new buildings to be created on the “Hazel flood levels”
In 1989 other storm I remember all too well was Hugo and was staying at my great-aunt’s place in St. Croix. We survived the roof of her home didn’t — we were hold up in what she called her “root seller” a little grotto type place below ground level nestled next to a tree and her potting shed. We were soaked and very shivering with fright. The lovely house was pretty much a write off and the whole island suffered billions $$$ damage.
Merci Monsieur Joel T - 29 is my lucky number. I wore when I played hockey so long ago…not put it down my lottery tickets. Glad the music is “good shit” too!