I caught a bridge the other day. You have to live in Niagara to know what that means. I’d been hurrying to a meeting in Niagara-on-the-Lake, rushing too quickly to notice the world around me. The gambler in me made choose to take Queenston Street instead of the highway and that was my undoing. A raised bridge put an end [...]

“Look at that blue jay!” my father would say, slowing the family the car to a near standstill on the 401. “That’s the male. They’re the most beautiful, you know.” While he may not have won any awards for great driving habits and was probably the cause for my mother’s high blood pressure, my father never missed anything interesting the [...]