Quite a lot has changed since my last post. Besides having three less (wisdom) teeth in my head, I’m now living in Calgary. George and I pared down our belongings and headed West. Our covered wagon was an Air Canada jet. In-flight movies sure beat watching the tumbleweed roll by, and who can argue with a cesar salad at 30,000 feet. De-lish. We’ve settled into our new apartment and are well on our way to becoming true Calgarians. All we need are a couple of cow-boy hats and a ride to the mountains (horse or car, we’re not picky).
A Canadian Pioneer (in the classic sense)