Thoughtful words from Canadian philosopher, poet and plywood enemy, Stompin’ Tom Conners (he also wrote tomes such as Bud the Spud, The Hockey Song, and Sudbury Saturday Night).
The Australians apparently took pity on me and granted me a tourist visa in the absence of Canadian documentation (Canada is hopeless) so I’m headed out to rejoin my family. I will continue teaching by distance – this semester, which winds up today with a flurry of skype presentations by students scattered around the U.S. and elsewhere has been the most satisfying in years – and doing that research, writing, extension professoring thing. Just in a different time zone.
And I’ll be racking up a lot of frequent flier miles.
Amy was looking for something and she may find it in
Toronto Brisbane. I hope there’s a Yonge St. like in Toronto.