Since I’m now only one hour from my hometown of Montreal (maybe 2 hours door to door), I decided to hop on a flight and surprise mom for her 85th birthday.
Yes, the plan was to go for smoked meat but our go-to spot, Smoke Meat Pete, was mysteriously closed so we had to settle for sushi instead. Or what passes for sushi in Montreal. Then, after a relaxing afternoon, it was time for dinner – and another surprise compliments of her two dozen co-workers (Yes, at 85, mom still goes in to work three days a week!):
Check out some of the family photos…
Mom can’t help but point out that my attitude towards taking photos hasn’t changed much over the years.
Subtext = Santa: I’m a serial killer. Me: Santa’s a serial killer.
Mom during her Hip hop phase.
Taken the last time I was in town.
Tomorrow, it’s back home to Toronto where responsibilities await!