The puppet theatre. What a lot of fun we had with this. My mom and Mrs. Little clipped Freshie boxtops forever to send away for this baby. Now it’s maggot fodder.
These two boats hung in my grandparents’ house forever.
They were in this room with a mini-bar and a gun-rack on the wall. The guns were held up with deer hoofs. Manly.
Point Lepreau Nuclear Power Station. There’s a good story behind this. My father was project manager for Lepreau, it’s the reason we moved to New Brunswick…
… when Theresa learned he was building a nuclear reactor she gave him this Escher picture. She figured he needed all the inspiration in the world not to get it wrong.