I’m snatching a moment in the chaos, my friends – it’s BDay, the tribes are gathering, and I am officially in my sixty-first year. And all I have to say about that is that Paul McCartney rocking at nearly 70 shows me what I’m headed for. Singing till the end. Fingers crossed.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in