It’s impossible to relay a life time of memories in a blog. Harder still to write about them on the heels of the untimely and painful loss of a life-long friend. But I owe it to my friend Alain “Boo” Bouillon to try.
I first met Boo in elementary school. My early memories were of a highly energetic, physically strong and precocious young man. He was shaving…Continue
I saw this quote this morning and I was inspired to capture some of the things that visions of countries, teams or even individuals have delivered to the world because they were too driven (or stubborn ;-) to be silenced or demotivated by the naysayers.
This story was originally written by my eldest son, Lark, for Billy Pellow's Chapleau Trails book of local stories. I recently re-read it when Brian brought it by my new place in Hamilton to remind me of all the family and to re-live my experience through Lark's words and our old family pictures. Thanks Lark for documenting this story of my life with my own family and with Esher and our four boys.
I was originally nervous about Lark sending the story to Billy for his book but…Continue
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