CANADA ON THE RAILS, WEST THRU THE PRAIRIES We left Winnipeg at about one in the afternoon, Saturday, September 24, having spent the morning in the train station visiting family of choice we had not seen for far too long and enjoying them and their two-year old first grand child. Let me tell you, there is nothing so engaging as a freshly minted Bubby in her junior years. And if you give her as much space as the entrance of the Winnipeg railway station in which to engage the child, it is just extra-ordinary, quite extra-ordinary, while Zaida simply wears that same smile of quiet content he did some forty years ago. We sat on the hind of our train in the bullet dome, pre-lunch aperitifs on ice in hand, quite content, as we watched the
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