We know for sure it was a Tuesday in 1943. What’s less clear is whether the plane went down in the morning, sometime in the early afternoon, or in the dark of night.
If you enter a car with an open heart, a sense of adventure and your favourite people, little bits of magic happen.
We don’t just love the carnival rides and cotton candy and funky chickens. We also love a good old-fashioned demolition derby.
It was one of those weekends where we were a little short on cash, but Ottawa is a small, family-oriented town.
Jilly and I were sick and had spent two days inside the house. She wasn’t the only one who’d had a tantrum that day; we needed to get out of the house or break down in tears.
“There’s a church supper tonight,” she said, even though she knows I’m not comfortable with churches or strangers. “The second sitting starts about now.” I didn’t make any cute jokes about the second sitting.