This is a story about a little boy whose mother dies. On
another level it is a good-bye to a way of life. I may not have been conscious
of it at the time, but upon reflection it is about us changing as a people. It
is about a little boy in a little bay. It is about the swirling of the
constellations overhead. It is about the changes we all faced in the 50s and
60s: The Trans Canada Highway, electricity, television, the Mainland Canadian
culture horrors!
