An Open Letter to my Friends,
I am packed. Everything I need, everything I don't, is stuffed into the Chrysler. The trunk requires physical motivation to engage, the back passenger door functions only with the assistance of my hip. Despite warnings and scoldings ( from those in my life authorized to deliver them) the front seat is empty. Riding shot gun with me west will be a few books and my camera. The tripod is perched alongside the passenger seat, falling neatly into the groves left by my grandfathers cane. The potential for a passengers is present, time to repay the karmic pot.
My blog frequently changes names, the layout is manipulated, colors are swapped out. From time to time I ignore the Blog...locked in the attic like a red headed stepchild. I have said it before and I will say it again; I WILL keep the page up to date.
I don't plan on returning home any time soon. The possibility of a January trip is on the horizon, a post Christmas visit. I welcome everyone, all of you ... even those I do not know ... I invite the voyeuristic blogger linked accidentally, I invite the individual that stumbled upon the site as a result of poor Google ability, I invite you, my friends to come ..to visit .. to live. My door (once I get one) is open.
Peace and Much love Thunder Bay.
Chris Crawford
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