So my mother’s family was from Sweden. They emigrated to Canada around the turn of the 20th century. They got some hardscrabble land in southern Saskatchewan around a town called Whitewood. Percival to be exact which ended up being a grain elevator. And as far as I know that little burg is now kaput.

How I ended up being born in Hawaii is a miracle beyond all comprehension.


Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.