My late paternal grandfather was a brick mason, and while I don’t remember too many of the brick walls he built, I know that he passed along that skill to my own father, who worked in brick and mortar just as easily as he worked with pencils and ink for his illustrations. And I’m sure that my grandfather taught my father the importance of…
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Of Mountains and Miniatures
Two years back, our Gray Hogs group crossed the Canadian border to snag Mick’s goal of seeing why Banff is such a big deal. We took a circuitous route to Radium Hot Springs just because a biker at a MT hotel told us off a rustic but inexpensive motel there,.The next morning’s ride to Banff thrilled us despite the cold, and the city was nice. A bit overdeveloped, and we struggled to find a breakfast place, but with marvelous views in all directions. That satisfied Mick, and we headed north to Lake Louise. Quite pretty but overcrowded, so…
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