The first glance would suggest a stern man. Probably true; certainly not only so. A modest soul drenched in dry humor, hiding in a severe appearance.
Another reality emerged in his indefatigable march as bushwhacker cheering on his compadres and ‘commadres’ grumbling: “face Copper Face”,
Delightful at the dinner table and revealing the abundance of soft spots for Sunny on the after-dinner shot
Patiently indulging in our secret zest for bridge fame, he rather chatted with his partners about the currents of society that shape the fate of his beloved Calgary and Canada.
