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BLAST FROM THE PAST

This morning was special. I opened my gift of Harrowsmith from a very thoughtful son. During the 1970s, I would arise in the country south of Barrie and read Harrowsmith, in preparation for attending to my business on Bay Street. Even when I travelled throughout the U.S. on business, I tucked the magazine into my suitcase, to read whilst away. Opening up Harrowsmith down in the States calmed me and brought me great happiness. It was a wonderful balance to my Wall Street pressure. After all these years, to look at the cover and once again open up the magazine was quite the experience. And, holy cow, Batman, the content is as invigorating as it was in the 1970s.