And then there’s the other side of the family

Over the weekend, the slog through the mountain of work was interrupted by a quick visit from my mom’s parents and my uncle, their chauffer for the day. It was quick, maybe 30 minutes tops. They had to get on the road, see. Long drive. I met them at the back door, out the carport, […]


Somewhere on my way home, while I was still in Toronto, my grandfather passed away. I found out in Montreal as I was changing trains. He loved trains. He’s the reason I learned about computers at a young age, a really smart man who expected the same in others, the funny English gentleman. He was […]

Chocolate and the War of the Roses

Before I get too far into the story below, I should tell you that my father’s side of the family is British. As in, they emmigrated from England to Canada in 1956 and they all have accents (mostly). And ones I can’t really hear most of the time. I can slip into one at will, […]