'' Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things. Though the prophet's word may come to an end, tongues come to nothing, and knowledge have no more value, love has no end.'' - From Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 13

I had a short-lived but action-packed visit with my family in our home town, Unionville. Located just north of Toronto, Unionville is the epitome of suburbia. Many of you may have heard of Markham or Richmond Hill; the urban sprawl of Unionville stretches between the two of them. The community is beginning to mature, and the beautiful, ''historic'' main street makes Unionville a low-key place to live.

Update (March, 2004): The text and the pictures on this page were so out of date that I thought it best to refer you to mynew photo pages.  These have some more recent pictures of my family.

I had a great time at home, but unfortunately, it was cut short by move-in deadlines at MIT. We never had a chance to drink the five bottles of Mack Øl I'd brought home, so my Mom suggested I should bring them along with me to Kingston. I left one at home in case my Dad wanted to try some Mack in my absence.

I've promised the folks I'll be home for Canadian Thanksgiving, and now that the promise is online, there's no backing out of it. I've already checked into airfares and flight times, and it looks like Boston and Toronto aren't so far apart after all.

By air, that is. But the first trip had to be by truck. And when my Mom dropped Steve and I off at the train station in Toronto, that escapade was only beginning.