Carbon Creek Chronicles: An Ancient Institution Finds a New Home

This travel blog photo's source is TravelPod page: Alberta farmland, Calgary, Canada

Back in 1984, a friend of mine, marine biologist and univeristy lecturer Daryl Parkyn introduced me to a friend of his. The meeting was brief and to this day I do not know the author's identity. He was simply Daryl's Author Friend. I met him while Daryl and I passed the time in his family's cabin on Floating Stone Lake, near St. Paul Alberta. The Author Friend popped in on us one rainy, cold afternoon in August. We had a bundle of wood roasting away in the fireplace, and some Slinger's Grape Wine roasting away in our bellies. Of course, in those days, Daryl was not the professor that today he is, and I was not the great man that today I am; we were thirsty, poor students, and the two dollar magnum bottle trumped a better, more costly vintage.

In any event, the Author Friend as he was, and, due to circumstances of time and distance still is today known entered the toasty cabin of a rainy, cold day, and over a glass or six of the sweetest, cheapest wine urged out of a grape, told us the most fantastical tales we had ever heard.
I make no apologies for the rather controversial views of the Author Friend; I am a simple messenger. If you, dear reader, find any joy, any serendipity, any amusement in these tales, thank the Author Friend, whomever he is. If you find yourself offended, put off, upset, sad, or generally in malaise over them, it is to himself, not I, that you should direct your comments. Of course, I will be more than happy to pass them on.

Sincerely,
Todd Wandio