The Magic of the Grouse

It’s interesting how a childhood experience can signify something entirely different decades later.

Perhaps your memory of a happy time turns out to be unsettling in later years. Or, as in this case, a frightening afternoon as a child turns out to be something wondrous and formative much later in life.

This happened to me on a snowy winter’s day, a Sunday in 1963, in West Vancouver.… Continue reading