
Real, true mail. Remember that? It arrives in the box at the end of your driveway. It’s made of paper. It has a pretty stamp on it. It quickens the pulse. Somebody loves you! Don’t get me wrong, e-mail is a … Continue reading
Real, true mail. Remember that? It arrives in the box at the end of your driveway. It’s made of paper. It has a pretty stamp on it. It quickens the pulse. Somebody loves you! Don’t get me wrong, e-mail is a … Continue reading
Because not everyone in Calgary is a Cowboy
The art of making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Crazy is relative. Just ask my relatives. And music!