Sir Sandford Fleming. This Scottish-Canadian boyfriend was an inventor of timezones, explorer, engineer, and wearer of fabulous furs.
For more proof, check out this studly Canadian Heritage Moment.
Submitted by JSFMacL3
Lived a fifteen-minute walk from my house, over in Fleming Place, at one time!
I know I’ve already posted one photo from the Sunday-morning serenade of Niagara Falls, but this one’s pretty good too.
At some point very early Sunday morning, the hotel decided it had humoured us enough, so they kicked us out of the hallways and told us to go to bed. But there was some kind service stairway that somebody had scoped out earlier, and we ended the night in a civilized fashion - over whiskey, with song.
C.R. Avery’s spoken word is a revelation (the revelation is that not all spoken word sucks!).
Someone is probably going to yell at me for writing that.
More of those Boxcar Boys, jamming in the hallway. The hotel was amazingly complacent about the idea of brass instruments in the hallways at 4am.
Martha and Ruby get ready to call a square dance, while Sam and not-Teilhard mug.
A hotel-room jam at the OCFF conference - and who’s that lovely lady on the fiddle? I believe it’s Peterborough’s own Melissa Payne, Peterborough Folk Festival Emerging Artist 2011!
A lot of musicians in a very small space - that guy’s the clarinetist (obviously) for The Boxcar Boys, and he’s an amazing player, and they’re pretty awesome too.