Ilsa, the Canadian Masseuse

I had said that I was going to read the Sunday paper, and once again I got waylaid.   My memories, since I mentioned Stratford, started flowing.  I thought about my second massage experience. I seem prone to encounter some of the world’s most interesting people and I managed to do that when in Stratford, Ontario aContinue reading “Ilsa, the Canadian Masseuse”

A Christmastime Sunday

  It is about eight o’clock in the morning and I am awake with my coffee enjoying the silence in the house.  It is hard to believe I slept this late, it doesn’t happen very often.  I have my coffee in hand and am about to get the Sunday paper.  I always used to reallyContinue reading “A Christmastime Sunday”