An update on a post I wrote back in 2011 about the original Walterdale Bridge. At that time, River City council approved a budget of $132 million to build a new, iconic Walterdale Bridge to replace the 1913 original that had come to the end of its lifespan. The new three-lane arch bridge was to … Continue reading Walterdale Bridge: Old is New Again
I hope to retire in nine years or less and if I can convince the Bos Lady, I know where we’ll put up our heels to enjoy a life without nine-to-fives. San Diego, California. Of course, retirement in this coastal city of bliss is wholly dependent on the survival of America, which is hardly a … Continue reading Ramping Up to Retirement
Today, I am 55 years old. Even my granddaughter Katelynn here is shocked. I can honestly ask: How in the world did that happen? Only yesterday I was 22 and dating a hot young lady named Maria… But happen it did. And so despite the mystery of calendar pages flipping by in blurring speed, I … Continue reading I55
With our youngest son out of the house almost a year now, the Bos Lady and I are empty nesters. I am told by societal norms that we must wait until 12 full months have passed until we are officially Empty Nesters. This is to ensure that none of the prodigals actually move back in, … Continue reading Empty Nesting
In November 2016, the Bos Lady and I checked off an early completion on our bucket list: a cruise to Mexico on Holland America Cruises. Here are some pictorial highlights of our experience under the sun of Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlán, and Puerto Vallarta.
Today is a “Sea Day”, meaning no port o’ call stops today. We are on Day 6 of our seven-day cruise to Mexico on Holland America’s ms Westerdam. The trip has been amazing, incredible, experiential – pick an adjective. More compelling though, the journey has been inspirational. Each day, I’ve often gazed at the ocean’s … Continue reading Oceans Deep
The memories cascade quickly, bringing snapshots crisply into focus; flooding the conscience mind with amazing details of people and places and activities of so long ago. How old was I then in the remembered days of Spruce Grove? Ten? And what was I in the days of Inglewood? I think in Grade One, maybe younger. … Continue reading The Sounds and Colours of Home