One Missed Calling
July 6-7, 2019 At sea, somewhere south of Burgeo, Newfoundland Sometimes, a mind just has to get away. Not just from the same familiar places, but from the same circular thoughts, the ways of thinking and being we all fall into. It’s a human necessity to have a place we can’t be reached or found, a place to reset from the world and the routine. For me, this happens to be a ferry from Nova Scotia to Newfoundland, on a vacation with my parents, (planned and assembled by confederation and delegation – we’re each in charge of different parts, and…