Memories of Newfoundland
PART I That sound, that jabbing, reverberating buzz of a chainsaw; not very often, you hear it around Mississauga. It was distant but distinct to me, one that I can identify from miles away. A flood of memories when I hear that sound. Why? Am I a lumberjack in the off-season? Close! There isn’t a hint of it in my resume—forty… Read More »