Time has come to start heading back east. Since I left Kate, I've been on the road home, but the long way around.
This particular stretch of road sandwiched between the one that I don't remember, but took from Port Colborne in 1954 and some road that I don't want to think about, but will take me to my final rest. Means of an end and a end in itself.
It has and will still be my "Information Road". More for and from my heart than some all too fast "Information Highway".
After being away for over a month, I need to ease the trauma of going straight back to home. After a flight from Comox to Toronto, Kate and I will spend Labour Day weekend at Bayfield Inlet. Doctor's order to ease my island withdrawal.
As much as my Fuji had served me well, I shall leave it behind. Hugh is working on a replacement for my gone"True North". The island caters to bike usage.
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| Yes, I am going home. |
On the day I went away
Was all I had to say
I want to come again and stay
Smile, and that will mean I may
'Cause I've seen blue skies
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize I'm going home
I'm going home.
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