on August 1, 1970, I married a young lady named Christine. The marriage took place in the St Barnabas Anglican church in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan; the church is gone, but Chris and I are still married. The days slip by one after another, then we wake up one morning and we are old folks.

Early in our married life we drove a car that looked like this, different colour though. They don’t make Plymouths any more, but we are still happily plugging along.