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I have no idea whom these persons are. I think that is Col and Tyler in the background. The foreground could be anyone. I know I'm not involved in this picture. I might have been totally amazed that Tyler is alive or that I am. No, this is a few years ago. I look like a Bohemian Rhapsody wapped into a sixty year old bod. Or not.

Good stuff

Well I survived the storm of the century. I didn't think I'd ever see trees flattened like matchsticks. Thank gawd Jim had a chain saw. The blue tarp was ripped off like a rip saw and we stood agape as the forest collapsed around us. Some ran for cover in the open field but a lot of us just stood there and watched tree after tree fall.

I've been through a scary thing or two. So we set off canoeing after that and it was pouring rain Saturday morn. But we did it. Saturday was good, more or less. Ger spilled. If I have to be a baby-sitter it wouldn't be good. Jim spilled. I have to look after him to?

An update on my relationship with Kev and Anita. I'm more or less taking over. Kevin is not capable of functioning as a human being, much less as a father and husband. I've been here two weeks and and I could write a book.

I'm gaining weight. I didn't want to gain weight. I think Bob and Lorraine and Stacy and Dawn are coming down, and children. I hear there might be a family reunion after the long weekend in August but I don't know. Might I note my headache? My headache is worse than most. It pounds.

But I love you all but some I might want to kill some. Those that annoy me are gone immediatlely. I'l use those bods as sources of agony. those that are within throwing distance of being normal but yet slightly abnormal. I'll preserve: uncle don? what? You can't pickle Robin. If he annoys me, I promise I can.

I honest to gowd don't think I will survive. You guys are all so good to me and I don't think I deserve it. Can't wail to see you.

uncle

Weather

Well, I will notice quite a difference in weather when I arrive out west I see. From the low 30's in TO to the low 20's in B.C. My last day at Market Probe today is going to be tough. I hate saying goodbye, hate it, hate it, hate it. My last bike ride to work (I'm selling my bike to a girl at work today). With my luck I'll get run over.

See ya.

Uncle Don? "are you going to survive the next two to three days?" "no" "howso?" "look at this apartment and take a guess" "take lots of ibuprofen, by the way where did you get all this garbage?" "it's not garbage to me" "by the way, how are you feeling?" "don't ask, I've a headache and I think my right arm is paralyzed" "and mentally?" "my brain feels like a watermellon that has been dropped from the CN tower"

I assume when I arrive in Creston, a fire will be built. This is a Neil picture of a fire at Kevins.

This is one of the person's whom I'm moving out to Creston to see: "Gord?" "yes don" "can I retract my resignation notice" "sorry, it's too late"

Has anyone noticed that Lorraine is one of the more attractive persons in the Storm realm. I do. And she has a heart of gold.

Who knew?

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie. And this is for the questions that don't have any answers. The midnight glancers and the topless dancers. The gang of freaks, cars packed with speakers. The Gs with the forties and the chicks with beepers

Gail, if we say cheese, Neil will ignore us.

Kim said to Neil: "I'm demure, and I may use your bod as a starting point for a migraine" "moi?" "and I hope you are wearing a jock strap"

Cousins

They are watching a Thomas the Tank Engine cd. Both Jim and Robin never grew out of it.

Yes even Kevin couldn't believe what Donna said: 'get that camera off me before I use it as a (something we don't want to know about) or I'll put my beer bottle up your (censored).'

It's kind of annoying that I have a family whom I'm afraid of. I've spent the last few years putting them all down (in a nice way). And Ger is nice to me and Kevin isn't. The age-old condundrum: Do I hang Kevin from a rafter or a tree.

Although perhaps no one cares which would suit me fine. That is what I hope for. I'm going to be fragile upon arrival, a mouse will set me off. Don't let Colin near me for a half hour. Gawd I miss Colin. He is cute. I could be wrong but there is a person who will look after me. Not that I'll need it mind you. Yes I will. I blubber when I'm out there for a week, what will I do when I'm out there forever: 'uncle don?' 'yes colin' 'you are blubbering' 'do I have to go back to Toronto?' 'no' 'serious?' 'no' 'this is going to take a while to get used to, I think everyone is mad at me' 'whom?" 'I can already hear the discontent' "where?' "all over, I can tell' "why are you in the fetus position uncle don?' 'I'm getting prepared' 'for what?' 'Kevin is coming home for soup soon and Anita is working and I'm not sure if I should have made the soup hot or luke warm'

In my life, it should be interesting. I don't know, maybe they have a cabin ready for me. I can't see me and Kevin under the same roof. I'd be okay but Kevin would hit the roof: Kev? you are annoying me, sleep somewhere else, I'm oiling my chains, and I sold your tv because I don't like it and I've sent Anita away to learn Japanese ceramics for a week or two. And by the way, on the way home could you buy me herbal tea, chai would be good.

could happen.

Hello

You were expecting pictures? I've so many to choose from now that I need a little more time. Like six or seven months. I suppose I could post them all, which I might but I don't think that's feasible. But I should do agree with that old saying: 'a picture is worth a thousand words'.

Not only was Roy's Wake held last weekend, but Marlene's ashes were spread on Goat Mountain at a place where she would look at from the kitchen window. As Bob said: "very moving". And a new Storm was born: Brant Roy Storm. I think I missed quite a weekend.

And it's June 1st. It's been quite hot, humid, and smoggy here in TO for the last while. It's pretty bad when one's eyes sting when biking to work and back. And of course I sweat like a pig and need to drink a gallon of water when I get home.

So I'll post pics on the weekend (with perhaps a few words of wisdom (or not) included), and I hope you all have a good weekend.

Brant Roy Storm

Father and Grandfather To-be

Actually Justin looks okay, it's Ger whom looks bleary-eyed and somewhat frazzled.

so I spent the day with greg whom should get a medal for bravery in the line of fire. Why uncle don? Because I'm crazy. In what way? I thought I should dress up today and I haven't slept for three days. Three days? well, quite a long time. What is your normal routine? Up at 4am, breakfast and a bike to work, home at six, bed by nine. So this week off has been quite a disruption. Slightly. You didn't go to Creston to honour Roy. It felt like I did. And you are moving to Creston? Yes. Explain this again, you took the week off, didn't go to Creston, and haven't slept for several days and you talked to Bonnie, Laurie and Derek yesterday and heard Olivia in the background? At Kevins. I know it sounds implausible.

You are mad, completely off your rocker, and in need of mental help. I know that Dr. Morgenstern but what do I do about it. Reduce your alcohol intake, get lots of exercise and pray. I've already done that. You have a problem.

uncle don? "yes?" did you actually talk to Derek, Bonnie, Laurie, Justin and Jaimie yesterday? "it seems so" that's impossible. "that's what I would have thought, and I could hear Olivia in the background, and what's even more improbable Bob and Lorraine were with Kerri in the States" so your heart sings? "oh yeah, and that just tells you how much Roy was loved, and guess what, the knot in my stomach seems to have disappeared temporarily" Temporarily? "well yes, I still have to move and that could cause an ulcer or two or three" so uncle don what are you going to take with you? "I don't know, I'll probably end up arriving in Creston with a guitar and and a backpack, I should have a been a hobo" and a lot of memories of Toronto? "yes, that I'll have, unbelievable really, it's been quite a journey" and you are so quiet "I know, why things happen to me is beyond me, I try to keep under the radar"

uncle don, so what will be your first enactment as the Great, Great Grand Poobah? "the world, universe and several galaxies gets every Mondays off" And then? "I'll have a chat with Ger and Kev" about what? "annoying me" annoying youm? "and I'll point out to them that if they annoy me too much I'll firebomb the lunchroom at Comfort's and change the name of the business to Painfort's" I thought they were cute uncle don? "well they are but I may have to weld Ger to a logging truck which is about to take off for points unknown" and Kevin? "this could get complicated" complicated? "well yes, how does one torture an individual enough whom can raise an eyebrow and make one want to jump off a tall building.

But you will mow the lawn won't you uncle don? "no one realizes how much I'm looking forward to mowing the lawn" what else will you look forward to? "being with Anita and discussing the flora and fauna" As I write this, I feel so inadequate because I'm never going to be able to live up to the Storm/Douville high standards. Not a chance. I can't do it. And especially since I've realized I can write good which is only lately (the last six seconds probably). But I've noticed that in talking to Ger and Kev, my creativeness is better. I need to get out and about again. I suppose biking and being with persons at Market Probe is good but my forte is writing about family. You seem to be doing okay. Yes, but I can't believe some of the things that are happening out there. I've got to be there. In what regards? If I listed them I'd run out of room on the computer. Suffice to say wow.

Yes, Greg asked me how can I move from downtown Toronto to Creston. I had no answer really. How I can tell him that my family is the most precious thing in the world that belies talking about. I've noticed that here in Toronto, they don't quite 'get' it. Okay I slightly might be forgetful (which I'll dispute until I'm buried).

Persons in Toronto don't let me lift heavy objects and/or pamper me a touch. Which I don't mind but really it get's annoying. Is there an opening for a heavy-duty mechanic at Painfort's (I mean Comforts). I love grease as long as I don't get any of it me. Several times I've wanted to hug Ger upon arrival but couldn't: So I will arrive at Comforts on my bike in blue velcro with a helmet on: uncle don, whom are you? I'm your uncle? "you look like a blue popsickle" I resent that, blue is my favourite colour and I'm here to lift some heavy objects, where are they? "out back" "any beer in the fridge, I'll have one while I'm thinking about how long I'll be laid up due to back spasms and external injuries" "and by the way whom is taking me home for supper?" "you haven't lifted a finger yet uncle don"

So I go see Kevin. Kev? what? Ger is annoying so I used a flare nut wrench on his extremities and now he is incapacitated for six or seven years. How are you? I'm busy. You are busy? I'm busy. Let me take notes, in what way are you busy, you look idle to me. I'm thinking. About what? The price of wire cutters in Chicago, by the way, you look like a blue popsicle, what's with the velcro? When I hang your bod from a rafter and use your bod as a training ground for commandos, I'm hoping you will understand while you scream for mercy at the top your lungs.

uncle don? why are you able to write so well about pain? I hadn't thought about it but I presume it's because I have annoying relatives who ask silly questions.

Their could be a better pic of two persons who love each other but I don't know where. And Julie has ten million faults, but that is my niece and she looks awfully cute to me. I don't know how you don't get cute out of Julie. Note Roy's white socks and slippers. I wear grey socks and slippers, I'm slighty more fashion concious. And I now wear slippers at work. I'm the only person whom wears slippers at Market Probe in their history of inception. Me and Roy knew/know how important it is/was to have comfy piggly wigglies''

When I look at this picture, I see a lot of Dad in Roy. Nothing wrong with that, it can be a good thing, I don't know why I grieve so much. I don't have a picture of Marlene (the greatest person in the history of mankind and beyond). My grief knows no bounds because I can understand what you've all had to go through, I didn't want you all to suffer but you have.

If I have anything to do with it (which I don't) not a single one of you willl suffer again. Ever.