Tim R. Covell

“The weather was dazzling- a sunny Nova Scotia May day. We walked through the huge iron gates into the Public Gardens and ate our sandwiches and apples beside the duck pond. I kicked off my rubber boots and wiggled my toes in the sun as I watched the swans and yellow ducklings. The Gardens were immense, full of massive and intricate flowerbeds, winding paths, and strange exotic trees. There were statues, a splashing fountain, an elaborate round bandstand, and a little river with a curved bridge over it. Lovers strolled arm and arm, and children shrieked with laughter as they chased the pigeons.”
― Budge Wilson, The Leaving and Other Stories

“I was simply transfixed by the sheer size of the ship, all white and black and gold, regal and yet ostentatious, settled firmly at the dock with an attitude of blatant superiority.”
― Donna Jones Alward, Ship of Dreams

“The dutiful faithful of St. Peter’s Church would be rolling in their graves if they knew a hundred years after they broke their backs hauling large stones to build their beautiful church it was turned into a sleazy Gentleman Jim’s Strip Club.”
― Helen C. Escott, Operation Betrayed