We’ve just come from Ottawa where Luciena and I had a fantastic time visiting old and new friends, and Hobo’s beautiful place near Port Hope where we were treated like a king and queen, and now we’re in Orillia, the old home town.
Which means, besides the memories and emotions, another thing is involved.
Gaston had to visit his brother Cyril. I hate when I see this. It’s complicated. About chicks or something.
And if you think it didn’t go well with the brothers, what about this?
Gaston paid a visit to my dad, who is 90 years old and in an old folks home in Orillia. It was going great as you can see. And then Gaston started going on about what an old fart my dad is.