Well, I didn’t fall off the face of the earth. But I did stray into moose country in recent weeks, driving up through Vermont, into Quebec and Montreal. We didn’t actually see any moose, but we could sort of feel them, the moose vibe… But I’m trying to keep my mind off Alaska and keep it fixed on Frostbite Falls. Anyway, it is still summer, and the cafes of Montreal are in their last wild frenzy of sun-drenched glory. We went to a cafe on Mount Royal street during the Sunday street fair, where Sophia had a fruit crepe that was out of this world. My Dad and I did some excellent loafing in the bistros on Prince Arthur Street, too.