This is not a Maui blog today...

17 is a nice number.

Thursday, February 25. The winds are clearing the haze that has been here for a few days. A bit muggy.

We leave this tropical paradise in two days. Yep, you only have to put up with three more blogs from me this trip.

We sort of poked around today, after our early am swim. We had to get a few last minute things to tide us over the next two days, and in the process we had another run at the hotel area in Wailea as well as a tour of the hills above Kihei and Wailea.

I also had a chat with my sister today, two actually, and I promised to send her some pictures that we have taken of the place that she loves so much.

In the process of scouring my photos, I stumbled across an album of picture that are very sentimental to me. They span seven decades. I spent too much time looking at them and savouring the moments that they were taken. Oddly, at the time they did not seem significant, some I do not remember being taken, some I do. Those melancholy moments prompted me to think of the good times that I/we have had in our lifetime experiences.

So, if are reading the blog you have a choice of closing the blog window or read on. As I said, nothing to do with Maui, just the musings of a very sentimental guy who is a little anxious to be at home again.

In no particular order by the way!

Maybe 1938/1939, I was three or four. I am in my Dad's arms with Moe. [On this side next to the white pillar to the right of 'CO.

You will not believe this but I remember this photo being taken. It was a BCER Observation Car on a Sunday.

1996 when Moe, Craig and Fellette and I revisited the lowers regions of the Kilimanjaro walk.

Maybe 1966, at Horseshoe Bay. My family (prior to Wally), Moe and family, my mom and dad and brother Graham.

Maybe 1939, My Grandfather Robins, [of Brampton House fame] and Moe and I.

Maybe 1941, Moe and I and dog Penny.

Maybe 1958??? Seaforth Highlanders. [Doug third from right, centre row.]

With my sister and brother, maybe 1947? Notice the cool Argyle socks! I was in grade seven.

Maybe 1991 at the Farm with Wally, and Fellette and I. [1952 Jaguar XK 120, still have it.]

Looking at Wally I would say that was about September 1968. Jeanette seemed to like the feel of my whiskers.

Maybe 1983, Moe, Ralph, Fellette and I on board our first cruise together. Ralph and I each had bought a $99 tuxedo for the occasion. I still have mine, and Ralph's as well.

Further to my rant yesterday on being a Proud Canadian: If you have the time, listen to this six minute clip from Tom Brokaw. This clip was played on NBC worldwide just before the opening ceremonies of the Vancouver Olympics, explaining Canada to Americans.

Sent to me by another Proud Canadian.