It’s been a heckuva summer

According to my mother, the day I was born the temperature in Toronto soared to 104F (40C). My mother, may she rest in peace, wasn’t averse to a bit of exaggeration if it aided a story, but I expect it was darn hot in a hospital room without the aid of air...

Revisiting Kinsey Millhone

The first book I read by Sue Grafton was G is for Gumshoe. That was sometime in the mid 1990s and I’d picked it up at a flea market while vacationing in Collingwood, Ontario. I was immediately hooked by Grafton’s feisty female PI and the Santa Teresa,...