Any time I have to get on a plane and leave my kids for a few days, it's kind of tortuous.
Two races share today the soil of Canada. These people had not always been friends. But I hasten to say it. There is no longer any family here but the human family. It matters not the language people speak, or the altars at which they kneel.
Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.