Fifty years ago this month, my good friends Terry Pettit and Ronald Yakimchuk packed most of their belongings into the back seat of a beat-up, 1959 red Volkswagen, tied a kayak to the roof and headed east from Edmonton to start a new life in the Maritimes. Along the way, they planned...
We were splayed all over the living and dining rooms so my mother could keep a worried eye on each of us. We were told to pass the dishpan when a little brother or sister would start heaving. There were tissues and empty glasses everywhere. When it became more than even my saintly ...