Maple Leaf Flag

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So we blows thru the airport in Toronto and grab Alex, then make for Southampton, a town forgotten by time. Mostly. Since we were last here 4 years ago, they have built a big new Rexall drug store and a Tim Hortons.

Uncle Mike and Aunt Nikki look well and we walked the business district and still had 55 minutes left to the hour. Ate at the "Chips Ahoy" and did some beach time and went down to applaud the sunset. Note how the piper serenades the sun down.

On Thursday evenings, the classic car owners gather for people to gawk and there is a 50/50 raffle for the Saugeen Hospital. Imagine- constant fundraising for the hospital because people care for and support their health care providers. Such a contrast to the states where hospital marketing is big business. But I digress...

In fact, both of my children have been patients at that hospital. Miles still has the scars from the last trip.

The last night we were there, Uncle Mike decided to give Alex a lesson in knife throwing. Photos to come.

As this place in Ontario is really part of the Sterling legacy, I will ask Mark to expound on this segment of the trip.

Leave it to me me to go on about Finn Grand Fest, coming soon to a blog near you.

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