ice sailboat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Calgary, 2005.12.20
My father and girlfriend standing on a frozen Ghost Lake. I'm not sure what that kind of vehicle is called.
twenty-seven years and one million words
My father and girlfriend standing on a frozen Ghost Lake. I'm not sure what that kind of vehicle is called.
When I look back at life I see that I kept the good scotch to myself. I regret that. Pour the good scotch for your guests.
—Dr. Kenneth M. Johnston (1920 - 1999)