This is a story about a little boy whose mother dies. On another level it is a good-bye to a way of life. I may not have been conscious of it at the time, but upon reflection it is about us changing as a people. It is about a little boy in a little bay. It is about the swirling of the constellations overhead. It is about the changes we all faced in the 50s and 60s: The Trans Canada Highway, electricity, television, the Mainland Canadian culture horrors!
