It's good to be travelling again, observing the world transforming around us, even if we don't like what we see.
Earlier this month The Globe and Mail published a story of mine about winter bucket list experiences across the country. The only thing more terrible than reading inane comments is replying to them, because a: we’re actually advised not to and b: it doesn’t accomplish anything other than boiling one’s blood pressure. However, if I were to reply, here’s what I would say:
When Newfoundlanders heard I would be visiting the province for the first time, they didn’t ask me if I would be exploring Gros Morne National Park or tracking icebergs in Twillingate. A far more pressing concern was: where and how would I get screeched in?
I've long argued that an unfortunate yet core tenet of the bucket list phenomenon is not that we need to accomplish things before we die, but rather, before they disappear. With this in mind, I'm sharing my thoughts on a new documentary that crystallizes this perfectly.