Wintergreen Inn in Revelstoke, British Columbia, opened May 1, 1995. My life as an innkeeper would involve some fascinating people, objects, and chance encounters - incredible, often magical, experiences. Exactly nine years later, I closed Wintergreen Inn, and began writing my stories…
Pretending to be my own twin brother. Serving corn flakes to a rude vegetarian. Celebrating Hannukah and Feliz Navidad in the same room on Christmas Eve. Furnishing dining room tables with items purchased in a sex shop. Salvaging a purple crotch. Playing backgammon and drinking beer with a Russian concert pianist. The guest with no arms. The spy. The thief. The falling tree that didn’t kill anyone. The bear. The other bear….
Pretending to be my own twin brother. Serving corn flakes to a rude vegetarian. Celebrating Hannukah and Feliz Navidad in the same room on Christmas Eve. Furnishing dining room tables with items purchased in a sex shop. Salvaging a purple crotch. Playing backgammon and drinking beer with a Russian concert pianist. The guest with no arms. The spy. The thief. The falling tree that didn’t kill anyone. The bear. The other bear….
