Footsteps to Remember

A few years ago, some friends and I walked around Burnaby Lake and came across a gaggle of geese. I’m not sure who told me that a group or flock of geese is called a gaggle, but it was probably my gal pal, Agnes.  She’s one of the smartest people I know – and I… Continue reading Footsteps to Remember

My Weak End

I had been fighting a nasty chest cold and had to miss a number of my hyperbaric oxygen therapy sessions this past week.  The last place I wanted to be was inside a pressurized chamber when my head and chest were so congested. But today, I was feeling much better and looked forward to going… Continue reading My Weak End