The Life Chronicler
Project

So, here’s an interesting personal story. My brother and I have gone years without being in the same room at the same time. This year, I saw him in June in Halifax when my journey landed me there, during which time the Leeson clan had a family reunion. I saw him a few weeks ago in Calgary, where he lives. And I saw him in Palm Springs, where he has a winter home. While in Palm Springs, we went to a restaurant to buy some gyros (donairs to those from Nova Scotia), and the waitress asked if we were brothers. Brian, five and half years my junior, was appalled that someone thought he looked like yours truly.

But I must thank my brother. Not only did I have rent-free accommodations, but he lined up three interviews for me, including one with a 91-year-old woman who counts among her friends The Dalai Lama and The Sakya Trizin. She was an amazing trailblazer, and I hope to have her story published soon (as I write this) along with the other two.

Palm Springs has an exciting history. Back in the day, entertainers were under contract to movie studios, and allegedly, one of the stipulations was that the entertainer had to be within two hours of Los Angeles. Thus, a Hollywood legacy was born in Palm Springs. Who knew?