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.