Go Bleu Blanc Rouge

The Ice awaits the moment of the end, for there will be a vainquer to-night. The teams prepare to do battle as the crowd begins to arrive. The nervousness of each player is felt as they follow in a line to touch the Ice. The lines have been drawn as the skates trace their identity of each player.The songs have been sung, the hands have clapped and the voices bellow with cheer. The music from the Organ penetrates the hollow walls of the arena. Each player takes his turn to leave his mark as the Bleu Blanc Rouge seems to cover the Ice as the Net tenders stand on guard for them. The sticks seem to draw aerial designs in the air like modern sculptures. As the skates cut into the Ice they leave there sketches on the surface. Watching the players skate is like a choreagraphie of modern dance. The outcome is yet to be known but there will be a victor, celebrations will reign until the next battle and the defeated shall have to wait for another day , another time. Go Bleu Blanc Rouge.

Spring is In the Air,Magic everywhere.

The trees are preparing their first statements of colour as the birds practice their vocals to announce the arrival of Spring. The sky paints a streak across the way for all to see. Just a dream, or is it a fantasy. My dreams are true as I believe they do. With anticipation I welcome all that there is to see. You and me are meant to be as the moon glows so bright and the shadow of our smiles light up the night. Love stretches its hands across the way finding suitors that may be of reason and desire. The hidden allure of you initates the awakening of quite murmurs. The dream of you is a dream come true. Am I fool to want you and all that you bring. I know that I walk too fast , the nights I drive too fast, we do laugh a lot.There are times that I want you too leave,I could say no but I cannot explain. I am thinking I will never let you go and that seems beautiful I know the wonder of it all. Ah in the crowd of the maddening I hear your voice.Spring is In the Air, Magic everywhere.

Susan et Raymond

The meaning of Friendship is what we are all about. Our chosen family that is a testament to all of us who exist on this earth. Many are present but few are those who leave an everlasting touch. Susan and Raymond came into my life as guests and left as dear friends that elevated to a member of my family, the chosen ones. Every smile and laughter was always genuine, her eyes would light up as she told a story, and we would all laugh and Raymond would be by her side as we would share our histories of travel, pets and our next adventure. Susan would immediately make you feel a part of the story and include you as a major actor. Habits are made to be broken but every visit was more than that,, a welcome warmth that was felt throughout Bonaparte. They both kept their child like spirit of being spontaneous and adventurous. We would ask when was their next voyage going to be elated as if just maybe we could find the time to go along. Susan et Raymond have left their mark on us for toujours. An emptiness has taken place as she has decided to take another trip, this time without us ,, but her presence is entirely there. Melancoly is at the door waiting to be invited. I continue to live as Susan would want and I continue to testify of her good works and say merci to Raymond for having shared a person of such high calibre. We shall never forget about the sincerity and human kindness of Susan. The Angels above have sounded the trumpets to announce the coronation of yet another special person Susan. Ladies and gentleman , Montréal and I raise my glass to Susan et Raymond.