Scratchings in the Dirt

My dad

My dad gave us a scare the other day.  His heart apparently decided that beating at a normal, regular rate was just not cool, and adopted a rather fast and syncopated rhythm. Turns out that’s not very good for you.  After a few days of good care and doctoring in the Lethbridge Hospital, he is

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Hangin’ with the boys

Not my boys.  Cute little precious bundles of joy boys.  They belong to my brother and his wife, and the latter invited me in to the city for the afternoon to accompany them to the annual Children’s Festival.  This was the last day of a four day event held on the shores of the beautiful

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