One of my earliest memories of radio and T.V. was that whatever event was to happen was always announced to be one half hour later in Newfoundland. Hockey Night in Canada was Saturday night at 6:00 - 6:30 in Newfoundland! It was a most peculiar thing but I never questioned it. I never have and to this day have no idea why Newfoundland is on neither Atlantic nor Greenland time but maintains it own half hour difference from the world. Now here I am, living that childhood memory, doing everything one half hour ahead of everyone else!

Despite the obvious differences of this island of rock and ice, scattered villages, and twisted forests of knotted trees, the life of the land is still in the sea. To get a more authentic feel of this sea life for ourselves, we (naively) jumped aboard a little father/son Iceberg Tour with a hardy bunch of seniors from Quebec. It would have been a wonderful trip, had the fog not rolled in like a thick blanket of wool... and it would have been smooth sailing had the waves not risen to between 8 and 10 feet! The company of seniors would have been quite enjoyable too had they not been bundled together beneath blankets and hoods or throwing up over the sides of the pitching boat.

We five opted to freeze together on the bow balancing and bracing against the surges and swells of what will be remembered as the longest 3 hour rollercoaster ride ever! Wet and woozie, we came upon the icebergs through the fog like the night of April 14, 1912! Our lovely Captain began to play the theme song from the Titanic, which, given the circumstances, was not as amusing for some as for others! We survived the wet and the cold, the ice, the salt and the sea, and were once again thankful for The Rock called Newfoundland.