1975 & 1979 Escape and Recapture.

This is really Mitch's tale. Who knows, this might induce him to start blogging? If only to stop his epics being mistold.

I left Nova Scotia in January of '75 for Halifax and my new job as a licensed mechanic. That's another story though.

Glennys and the boys stayed on, for a long time as it turned out, trying to get the house on Ile Perrot sold. In time it did sell.

The intial mention that we were moving hit him (Mitchell) hard. He was entangled in the first(?) love of his life. One Maggie, a rather precocious maiden, daughter of a strange couple who did strange arty things in the employ of CBC. He was much in love (rumour, my rumour, has it that she took his virginity .... good girl ... he didn't need it anyway).

Due to the generosity of "The Taits", parents I think of one of his school chums, he managed to stay behind to finish his school term. So, when the house did sell, Glennys came to Nova Scotia with just Martin.

Mitch eventually rejoined us and, at East Hants Rural High School, he finished his secondary education. He then went to Truro's "Community College". There he took architecture. But the world didn't seem to need architects.

During his sojourn in Truro he lived in a succession of places, with a successsion of 'persons'. This is cutting it all a bit short ........ he can doubtless tell it in glorious detail, in full colour.

He worked here and there and in the fullness of time began work at KFC (Kentucky Dead Bird). There he met a Quebecoise named Denise. She was seeking to learn de Hinglish and Mitch offered to help.

Soon enough he was on a bus, with the aforementioned Denise, headed for Quebec City. The rest, as they say, is history ................................ he never came back - that's love!