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Lessons I have learned about life

Libby’s Guest Blog


And now for something a little different and hopefully not annoying  Since Libby, our Brittany Spaniel has been such an amazing and adaptable dog on our trip, she is being rewarded with the opportunity to tell her side of the … Continue reading

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Like nothing I’ve seen before


We are now in Skagway Alaska. This is the end of our northern Alaska/Yukon road trip. The next phase involves a two and a half day boat trip through the Alaskan Inner Passage to Prince Rupert BC and then across … Continue reading

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Slammin’


……..and now for something a little different.  Thirty years too late, this is my attempt at the spoken word.  Queue the hip-hop beat, please …………….. Slammin’ It was all about the hair……..all shiny and bouncy Tack on the smile and I … Continue reading

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Lifting our horizons


Hobbit: You! Mr. Bilbo where’re you off to? Bilbo Baggins: I’m already late. Hobbit: Late for what? Bilbo Baggins: I’m going on an adventure. To hell with New Year resolutions.  Goodbye to the shackles of convention.  I’m bursting free in 2015. This … Continue reading

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Frogs and Logs


On this very snowing winter day I would like to share a summer memory  from my youth. When I was twelve years old I was invited to spend three weeks at my girlfriend’s cottage on Big Bob Lake.   It was three … Continue reading

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Pensive


On Thursday night four of us headed out to the Quarter Moon Coffee House. This is an open stage forum held in the Bloomfield Town Hall on alternate Thursdays nights during the summer. It attracts a wide range of both … Continue reading

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Pardon the Interruption


And now a word from Warren I am a car guy through and through.  I can speak intelligently on most subjects and hold my own in any conversation, but I consume anything ‘car’.  It started when I was about 12 … Continue reading

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