Cold nights

I grew up in New Brunswick, where winters can get pretty cold. (Occasionally, it would snow as late as May!) I remember the feeling when your hands get so cold that they feel hot!  Toronto isn't like that, with its heat island...

I remember one episode of All in the Family where their heating conked out on the coldest weekend of the year.  Archie tried turning on the stove for its heat, but Edith said, "President Ford says you aren't supposed to get heat from the stove!"

And I remember reading the Jack London Story "To Build a Fire" in school.  It's about a man in the Yukon, travelling in weather so cold that his survival depends on starting a fire with numb hands, but it doesn't work.  His last thought is that freezing to death isn't so bad--it's like taking an anaesthetic.  I found the story depressing. (I got a D grade on it.)

My father's favourite suit

My father's anything but vain.  I can't recall him ever having a favourite suit.  But he used to have a deerstalker hat like Sherlock Holmes wore!

I do have a formal black suit that I could wear to a funeral.  I also have a pair of fancy Bata shoes, but they're so old they need replacing!  Anyway, I never seem to have occasion for dressing fancy.

I don't care for this idea of favourite clothing.  Clothes are clothes!  But I do have a soft spot for my Steve McQueen-style black turtleneck. (To complete the look, of course, I'd need a shoulder holster and a Mustang!)

As for favourite soups, I used to eat wonton soup at Chinese restaurants, but haven't had it in recent years.