Posted by on December 5, 2018

Yeah, it almost killed me…

I’ve yet to write about my six weeks in Toronto. It was brutal. The gray. Days and days and days of gray. I calculated about 17 minutes of sunlight during the month-and-a-half we lived there. Come to think of it, “Gray” is the middle names of one of my sons. I think I’ll change it legally now.

The addicts and homeless men and women I passed every day on the street… my heart ached for them. My mind searched for a way to understand it all.

I have so much to tell about these weeks… from the questionably-haunted rental condo (who ever heard of a condo being haunted anyway) to meeting Chris Hadfield, the famous Canadian Astronaut and most incredible speaker I’ve ever heard.

This will be continued, I promise.

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