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The year was 1969. I had just spent the better part of a year on Baffin Island near a village called Cape Dyer. I had quit my job with the phone company in Montreal the previous fall and started work … Continue reading →

Most of our friends know that Cheryl, my first wife, my only wife and now my wife of forty years, and I met on a blind date. Very few know the details of that first evening. We were nineteen; it was … Continue reading →