“Guys? says I, my whole body clenched as if I had been turned into an aching, trembling statue, gripping the wall of ice like an oyster grasps its rock, left foot dangling, right foot precariously wedged into fragile ice. Guys, remind me again, why am I doing that? -It’s to get out of your comfort […]
Month: February 2018
The Canadian – Day One
We got in the Canadian at 1 in the morning, and went quickly to bed. My venerable progenitor not being as lissome as she once was, I got the top bunk, and was very happy with it, because everybody knows it’s the best bunk. The sheets were white and soft, the train was rumbling noisily, […]
The White Owl and the Train
I couldn’t pinpoint with exactitude the day where my honorable mother, the White Owl, told me that she’d like to see the Pacific Ocean, but I quite remember that her next question was if we could go there by train. You see, my mother, and I know that she’s not unique in that, does not […]