Saskatoon must be one of the most beautiful cities anywhere in the fall. We may not have the bright red leaves of other climates and forests, but the glory of our yellows, oranges and persistent softer greens make autumn our finest seasonal hour.
This column originally appeared in The Saskatoon Express. I'll be sharing these from time to time on this, my blog site. If you get the Express, great; if you don't, I'd love for you to read these here.
What a learning curve. Apparently, the thing you do first, or at least one of the things you do next, after the blood has been let, the sweat has rolled down your body, and the glaring empty white pages have been filled . . . is find readers.
A small light shone in the back of the cathedral, the only illumination in the vast, domed building. The stained glass windows were shrouded in darkness; not a glimmer of blue or gold or red could be seen.
It had a ponderous, eerie atmosphere. Even the bishop felt its w...