Can you imagine sitting unstrapped on an old candle box nailed to the cowcatcher of a 60 ton train travelling at roller coaster speeds down 2800 feet of a Rocky Mountain slope toward the Kicking Horse River below? I can’t. But the spirited Lady Agnes Macdonald would not be dissuaded and accomplished this feat in 1886.... Continue Reading →
Sorry
“Sorry.” “Sorry.” And yes, I am Canadian. That’s why the businessman and I both expressed the classic Canadian apology yesterday when we bumped into each other on the busy sidewalk in downtown Victoria. It was an expression of goodwill, a courtesy. It was our way of signalling each other that there was no ill feeling and neither... Continue Reading →