When we are in distress, when are in peril, we rely on our first responders. Firefighters. Paramedics. Police. And, the dispatchers who sort through often-harrowing calls and stay on the line until help arrives.
Eighteen years ago, on a stormy November night at our place in Roberts Creek, a debate was raging. Eve and I were not settled on a name for the child that would be born in a couple of weeks at St. Mary’s Hospital in Sechelt.
Just a short comment from your publisher on Vancouver’s next Pride Parade.