Tony skied very close to the phenomenon, and Frank observed that, as his friend came nearer, the light of the glowing object appeared to be penetrating through Tony’s body in spots.
I had seen videos of people crying with emotion when they put on their Enchromas. I did not. My jaw, however, did drop.
The American flag almost had fourteen stripes, not thirteen… and Nova Scotia nearly became an American state, not a Canadian province. In fact, it is doubtful that Canada would even exist in its present form if this event had occurred. Quite possibly all of North America, from the Arctic Ocean and south to the Rio Grande, would today be known as the United States of America.
To my amazement the tires gripped and I coasted to a halt, literally only 10 or 12 inches from the pick-up’s bumper and an expensive accident.
At first, all was quiet, but as I continued to scan the room, my EMF detector suddenly shrieked like a predator-startled herring gull in the direction of the fireplace and the 18th Century chair located adjacent to it.
Hugh Muller’s white whiskers and kindly face immediately link him to his illustrious great grandfather, Alexander Graham Bell.
You might not want to immerse yourself in the experience in quite the manner I did. Before sitting down to dine, I skipped across several large rocks in the river, missing my footing and ending up going for an unplanned swim.
Firing an Eighteenth Century cannon isn’t just a matter of pushing a button or lighting a fuse. We had to dress like French artillerymen of the period, tricorn hat included, and march in formation up the battlements with a musical escort.
The Parks Canada Cocoon might just give couples young and old a new meaning for the term “Trump Bump”!
There is much more to Cuba than just sun and sand, and the island is once more starting to open up to an American clientèle—the first time in almost 60 years