Writing a Book means NOTHING!
As you may well know or perhaps then again you may not know that on Feb. 26th 2010 at 9:25 am while I was on a city bus during the only snow storm of that season I died from what should have been a fatal heart attack.
A Day at Heaven’s Door
I wish I could say the day I died was just another ordinary day so it would appear more literarily dramatic. Instead, like an ironic preview of coming attractions, the day was besieged by the only snowstorm of the winter season in the Niagara Peninsula. For me, it was a prelude to the inevitable…