Come FLY with me

Fly fly, LET'S fly away.
I'm off to Ottawa for a visit shortly. Haven't seen my family in pushing two years. Going to skate on the Rideau Canal, ski Mt. Tremblant, doing a ride along with the police, see some wee cousins I haven't seen since they were newborns, the traditional visit to Montreal to see ma cherie, Veronique whenever I'm in that part of the world, getting some help with some real estate material I can't 'get' on my own, was never that STRONG on math, Bobbie's Pizza, Dunn's on Elgin, The National Art Gallery, the list goes on. Then it's back to Vancouver to get back in the saddle, after one glorious day up at Whistler rippin it rich. I can hear that word whispering to me on the wind. 'Whistler.' She's calling to me. I may actually end up happy again if I'm not careful here.