My friend Dan Frechette came in to the store today and sang me a lovely song from the East Coast. It made me long for the smell of the ocean air and my youth in Vancouver BC.

I spent a number of days standing along the sea wall and watching the ships head out to open waters. I get a thrill each and every time I ride the ferry from Tsawassen to Victoria. Strange how even that little journey makes me think of how my ancestors came over from Iceland and Sweden to make their home in this new wild country.

So today I watch the melting snow and the traffic racing by on their way hither and yon and I dream of going back to the ocean and boarding a steam ship for a grand adventure on the sea. I long for the freedom of the open air and the excitment of a new land to explore. Okay, okay I know I'm going overboard here. I just miss the coast and I still want winter to be over already.