We have reached Winnipeg. What a fine city. The streets hum with life; history lurks on every block. It's a mite chilly today, at least for those of us used to the perpetual 20 degrees celsius of Silicon Valley; it was about 3 degrees on the Yellowhead, the great northern branch of the Trans-Canada which links Saskatoon to Winnipeg, or say minus 15 with the wind chill.
Tomorrow I start the Winnipeg shows with a performance at St. John's High School; a writer from The Beaver magazine will be there covering the show, and there are rumours of further media coverage for Thursday and Friday. Tonight Dave and I happily reunited with our paternal grandmother, Mary Lamont, one of the country's great readers. The Lamont branch of our family lives here, and we are preparing to meet more relatives than we knew we had, at dinner on Thursday; tonight we saw, besides our grandmother, two great aunts, one step-second cousin, and the sister of our first-cousin-once-removed-in-law. It was thanks to the Lamont clan that I learned my genealogical terms.
We are once again on the cusp of a major video upload. The proof: we just upgraded the video-rendering computer by 1 gig of RAM. Stay tuned; we're psyched.