CBC must have known I wouldn't catch the new Doctor Who because they're running it again and this time I got the first one at least. Very a propos to watch this homage to what I did many years ago with my kids, every Saturday night on TVOntario. A propos because earlier today I excavated the crawlspace in my house, finding lots of treasures from early times. Even though I've been in this house only 11 years, I found things I had moved from my previous life. Things I still can't let go of. Well, maybe I'll never let go of the things that make me smile. Like Easter grass -- I can still see the quizzical look on Noel's face when he encountered the bucket of Easter grass when I moved.

I should say a word or two about fathers, since this is their special day. I was lucky enough to have a father AND a stepfather. Recently, I had the privilege of meeting my half-sister, Yvonne. My biological father had a family after he left my mother, my sister and I. Last month, my sister and I met Yvonne, thanks to the intervention of Yvonne's stepsister, Kyonghi. We talked for hours, all eager for the information, the memories, owned by each other. Yvonne told us about our father, some stories that helped us understand this person we had ceased to know when we were very young. The essential thing I learned? That we are all real people, borne of real people, and that the most important lesson is humility -- and forgiveness,