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,...

Canada Day Remembrances

My parents were European immigrants, my father originally from Apatin, Yugoslavia (now Serbia) and my mother from Stettin, Germany (now Szczecin, Poland). They both moved to Nottingham, England, after the war, their respective towns no longer standing, and most of...