

A tornado came through while we were away.
According to Murray, the tornado began as three small twisters that merged into one big one right before his eyes. Sunday afternoon, July...
WHY this blog?
I have 30 years worth of stories to tell about my cottage life. Every now and then I'd scribble by the wood burning stove, or out on the dock, then stuff the notebook into the bookcase I'd built. One day I sent a story to some friends and since then they've pestered me to publish.
This seems like a good way to start, and if enough people indicate they like them maybe there will be a book. Hey, I can dream, can't I?
Look in every week or so and you'll find another story about what it's been like to have a cottage on Rebel's Isle.
I hope you like them, and if you do, please share with someone.
Thanks,
Paul Grissom