To Canada, on its special day

It borders on obsession, this “thing” I have for Canada. It’s no doubt rooted in childhood trips to my father’s home in western Maine, described to me then as “30 miles from the Canadian border.” For a kid who was passionately curious (still am), couldn’t get enough of maps and geography (still can’t), and yearned […]

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Those islands—the second time around

Falling in love with a place isn’t that much different than falling in love with a person. As the old movie theme song goes, the experience can be even lovelier the second time around. First visits have their knock-your-socks-off magic, for sure. But just as the song describes, when you have “both feet on the […]

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