Dear Dad, In grade two, or thereabout, we had an eye-opening school assembly on pollution and the environment that scared me so badly...

You can't spit in Bern without hitting a fountain (Brunnen). This fountain is on the main street (Marktgasse) just west of the Zytglogge, and hence it is a major tourist photo op.

The absolutely, positively, last portrait in the series of my recent ex-colleagues is Jérémy.

Dear Dad, By several serendipitous coincidences we met up with another person who was born in Saskatoon.

Dear Dad, I understand you are settled into your new place.

I lead an „English Conversation“ meetup group every second Wednesday morning.