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 August 6, 1966. Roger Pelletier, my best friend at the time and Annabelle Altro, Cheryl’s
Now that I work for myself, I do have more time and Cheryl thinks that I should accompany her on her trips to Walmart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women – she loves to browse. Yesterday my
This story contains some X-rated language. If the “F” word offends you then you should skip this chapter. (This is a chapter in my book “Travels with Taffy and Other Tales“ In the early eighties, we headed off to New York City. I was going to a trade show and the family came along for
I was reading about a friend’s recent tire disaster with his Z4 Roadster it made me recall the time we re-tired in Utah in 2007. Cheryl and I were traveling back from the west coast with a group of roadsters. We were on an amazing life changing tour that we called the Roving Roadsters Route
I checked with Wikipedia and they list the Law of Unintended Consequences as “an adage or idiom that can be stated as follows: ‘Any intervention in a complex system may or may not have the intended result, but will inevitably create unanticipated and often undesirable outcomes’. In common usage, it is a wry or humorous
It's still 1972 and this is the tale of John Wells or the return to Labrador. Cheryl and I had completed a wonderful tour of parts of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and the Island of Newfoundland. In a couple of weeks we had driven and ferried several thousand miles.
Living in Cincinnati can be interesting and weird. We first moved here over ten years ago and people told us of their fear of snow. Cheryl and I have lived in Montreal, Goose Bay, Toronto, Chicago, Salt Lake City and perhaps another place or two along the way. Snow in the cities above is commonplace,
Our wedded bliss began immediately following our wedding in September ’69 when Cheryl and I moved to Goose Bay in the territory of Labrador in the province of Newfoundland. With that much description, you’d think it was a very big place -you’d have to think again. Think of a small town you’ve been to –
Back in 1970, Happy Valley was the local residential area that is where most of the civilians live in the Goose Bay area. After the first year we bought our first home. It was on Palisser Crescent in Happy Valley. Our new home was on two acres (all sand and scrub brush). It was a
A month after our elopement, I quit the DEW Line and found a job nearly as remote in Goose Bay, Labrador. We began our married life. I was to remain an electronics technician working for Canadian Marconi maintaining military and commercial communications equipment and Cheryl was to become a teacher for the Labrador East Integrated
