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    « It's INTERMISSION TIME! Visit Our Concession Stand for Fresh Hot Popcorn! | Main | Chapter 8 - An Ocean Away »

    June 29, 2006



    I didn't see that one coming at all. Your dad was a...a...a... playboy!
    And yet...who wouldn't fall for him?



    More waiting, more wondering.

    Circus Kelli


    Interesting twist...

    How long do we have to wait for the NEXT chapter?


    I LOVE this story and am really enjoying it! I eagerly await the next installment.


    Ooooooooooh! A twist!


    Already engaged? Yeah, he had some 'splainin' to do.

    And I like they way you had Paul say "eh" in there. Adds a bit more Canadian flavour. :)



    I didn't see that coming either. What a guy!

    Nice you are named after your grandfather, eh?

    I was born in Saskatoon! Nice to see it mentioned:) Grew up just north of a small town off Highway 14, between S'toon and Biggar. Lots of family in Biggar, Rosetown and Kindersley! How exciting to see these places mentioned!!

    I pains me to tell you this, but my children won't eat Apple Crisp. They won't eat any pie, squares or anything of that nature. They are extremely odd people.

    On pins and needles, waiting for the next installment. I love the way you do this, too. My oldest son loves to write for our Homeschooling newsletter. He leaves people hanging month after month, only submitting single chapters of the stories he writes! LOL


    Rock on, Nilbo! Amazing as always.


    He is Already Engaged?! That one pokes a little too close to my heart, buddy.
    He'd had better let her down easy or I'll be quite upset with you!
    This hardly seems fair that we wait for days and then the reading is done in a few minutes. I want to be able to turn the page, going on until the wee hours of morning.

    But Thank You for the link during the Intermission. The guitar players seemed to be having a great time as well.

    Tracy Lynn

    Now simmer down everybody. Don't hate the player just yet.

    Bucky Four-Eyes

    Now, now...sometimes the first one to get the ring isn't the right one. I would not be the proper person to throw a stone here in my glass house...


    What a great story. I'm hooked.

    Of course, all of us reading who've lived in Saskatchewan know that Biggar's motto is really "If New York is BIG (not LARGE)..."
    The slogan even makes it onto the town's website:

    Were you testing your loyal readers, perhaps? Trying to include something only the Prairie folk would catch?

    Sara Sue

    Yikes!! (major nail biting and gnashing of teeth) Mary has to find out too...otherwise you wouldn't know...oh dear, Nils!


    Nope, LD ... just a one-word glitch in my memory bank - as a kid growing up in Saskatoon, we would go out to Mom's hometown and I still remember the sign. But I always remembered it as "large" ...

    I - and the story - stand corrected, and changes made. Thanks.

    To everyone else, most of you dear friends - I have always been bad for not commenting on comments, and in the case of this story, I'm wilfully stepping back (with some exceptions). Can I just say, though, how encouraging it is to have you all be so kind about what I'm trying to do here?

    This is all very out of the ordinary for me, and it is both thrilling and humbling that so many of you are jumping on board and trusting me to get you there.

    More to come. I promise.


    Nils--this is SUCH a fabulous story...thank you for catering to our whims and keeping it coming!


    oh, and P.S.--i LOVE the way Mary thinks she's being all subtle when she's touching Justin and then her mom calls her out on it...too funny =D


    Mary, dear," said Helen. "He's a lovely young man. Do try to stop mauling him. He's not a new puppy."

    I can almost hear her saying that, Nils. Too funny!

    Now that you're done golfing, let's get back to Chapter 8. eh? The natives are restless and Sara is getting a little frisky with her Roomba.(g)

    Sara Sue



    "Sara is getting a little frisky with her Roomba" ... I just never know when you women are employing euphemisms ...


    Well uh, that was more a fact than an euphemism....
    I mean, we ARE talking about Sara here, and she is nothing if not clean all over. (G).

    But! back to your scheduled chapter, in which Justin shifts uncomfortably at the reminder that he is engaged to not one,but TWO (gasp!).....


    I just found your blog, and I'm enjoying your story so very much. I backed up to Chapter 1 last night and read it through. Wonderful story.

    I agree with your urging to take down the family stories. One of my brothers and I have tried to document as much as we could, but I can't tell you how many more things we wished we'd asked when our mother was still able to tell us, before the Alzheimer's took her away. She, like your mother, was far more the fact keeper than was our father. Anyway, loving the reading and looking forward to more.


    Happy Canada Day, Nils!


    Well, thank you, Squirl ... Canada Day is my favourite day of the year. I love to celebrate on this day, to express my respect, my gratitude, and my ongoing, real love. :)


    respect??? to whom? You left out how much you also love to be an ....(insert certain swear word that has seven letters and begins with an A).

    But that's ok. I'm sure it was just the rye talking ;)


    Respect to whom? Why, respect for my country, of course. You are right, though. I do love to be an assh*le. It's sort of a hobby.

    And rye never talks, dear. It slurs.

    Jim Fogg

    Rye is very Canadian eh

    Love the love story......

    Bucky Four-Eyes

    What? Yesterday was Canada day?

    That would certainly explain my sudden desire to drink Seagram's from the Stanley Cup.

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