Thursday, March 05, 2015

A novel, an EP and now a new start-up

My novel, "Paco's Provision," was released in late November of 2014. About a week later, the first
shipment of "A Pretty Good Shot," The Old 21's debut EP, arrived.

While I have sold a few ebooks, The Old 21's CD has sold briskly, giving us the motivation to put together another recording sometime this year. This requires some focussed songwriting time and further development of my recording capabilities in my home studio.

In the meantime, I have launched a new publication surrounding an interest I have had since I was 12, but have stepped away from due to work, family and ill health. Now that my body is back on track - there have been no further seizures related to the brain tumour found in my skull in 2013 - I have sought to immerse myself in the phyiscal, mental and spiritual elevation provided by the natural surroundings of Canada's wilderness.

As a youth, I hunted the Whitewood, Sask. area with friends, walking miles and miles of trails leading to surrounding fields, meadows and forests containing grouse, ducks and geese. On many occasions, we trekked up to 10 miles in an afternoon in search of game. I loved it.

When I left my hometown to attend university in Winnipeg, outdoorsmanship took a backseat to studying, partying and - in the summer months - work. Then I began my journalism career, moved back to Winnipeg to be with my new wife, and soon returned to Saskatchewan to start a business and a family. Getting out of town and into the bush had totally fallen off my radar.

However, after my meningioma diagnosis almost two years ago, I knew things would change. It was the third experience with a life-threatening health issue and I began to seek a new lease on life. After months of reading, praying, meditation and study, I was led back to my roots; back to the wild.

I am no longer a hunter, but have taken a great interest in other aspects of a life outside. The one aspect of that life I have held on to is fishing, which continues to be a pastime I participate in as often as possible. But in recent months, I have taken a particular interest in hiking and backpacking, something I have been motivated to do since reading "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer about 10 years ago.

There is little chance I will be mountain climbing any time soon, but I have to admit the book moved me to do something in our natural wonderland. This idea perculated in me for quite some time, finally blossoming into a real desire to long-distance hike.

In January, while purchasing a wood stove for a fishing shack, I impulsively threw a set of new snowshoes in the shopping cart. I have put more than 50 kilometres on them in the past month and a half. The longest was a ten-mile route to the Pipestone Valley above Moosomin Lake south of Moosomin, Sask.

Last month, my wife and I visited Maui, where we walked three to four miles along the beaches of Kihei almost every morning, climbed five miles up a small mountain ridge and traversed a challenging, six-mile path on a lava field called The King's Road.

It was all so exhilerating.

Upon my return home, the idea struck me; why do I not combine my writing and journalistic skills with this new (old) passion for sportsmanship and wilderness adventure.

The West-Can Trailsman - - was born about two weeks later. The blog/e-zine features articles, anecdotes and photographs of rural Western Canada and the activities that drive us to enter it. It covers everything from hiking, backpacking and kayaking to snowmobiling, hunting and fishing. I am in discussions with two contributors from British Columbia and hope to bring more on board from Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta in the coming months.

Meanwhile, I am seeking ways of monetizing the site in order to derive an income outside of my work with The Old 21. It will be a challenge, but I have the time and enginuity to make it work, I'm sure.

Please wander over to the The West-Can Trailsman and tell me what you think. I look forward to hearing ideas on how I can improve it, further tailoring the blog to the likings of the contemporary outdoorsmen and women I know are out there in droves.

Otherwise, read it as motivation to get outside yourself. Being there has been instrumental in my rehabilitation from the tumour and a near-tragedy I was involved in during the flooding of the Qu'Appelle Valley in 2014.

Thanks for your continued interest in This Attempted Life and I hope you continue to follow the sporadic posts I have been publishing.

Friday, December 05, 2014

The Old 21's debut EP available today

The first run of A Pretty Good Shot, The Old 21's debut EP,
arrived on December 5, 2014.
This day - a day drummer Lorne Frape and I have been waiting years for - has finally arrived.
I have in my possession the opening run of The Old 21's debut EP, A Pretty Good Shot. A second run of about 80 more CDs will be available next week.
The arrival of the CD is the culmination of work that has spanned the last five years. Besides collaborating with a friend in high school, I (Christopher L. Istace, singer/songwriter, guitar) began writing songs of my own about a year after the formation of The Old 21. At that time, the band contained five members (vocals/guitar, drums, lead guitar, bass and keyboards) that played cabarets, bars and dances in the Moosomin, SK area. Many experiences since then have been mistaken for setbacks. They have turned out to be blessings. Today, the "group" is a duo that has played shows in Regina, throughout Southeast Saskatchewan and into Manitoba.
We had a hiccup with a CD recorded earlier this year, but with the extensive help of recording engineer Larry Gabrielle and artist/recording engineer/advisor Ross Cashman, Lorne and I hit the studio again early this fall. A Pretty Good Shot is the result.
The CD includes six tracks, including the first song I wrote performed with the original Old 21 formation; "Rock in The Distance."
The premier track on the CD, "Forgive Me One More Time," was written in February 2014 in the midst of a flurry of songwriting. The song portrays the redemption I sought from people close to me following a troubling year that had me in turmoil mentally, spiritually and emotionally.
The remaining tracks include "Break In," "Trouble Inside," the title-track "A Pretty Good Shot," and "Back For More." The latter is a rock-a-billy, break-up tune written by Trevor Doroshenko, who has graciously allowed us to perform and record it.
Although there are small tweaks we will make for our next CD - we plan to begin work on an LP sometime in 2015 - Lorne and I are proud of what we have accomplished with A Pretty Good Shot. We both hope those who have followed our work enjoy it and share it with others.
Lorne and I would like to say a special "thank you" to our wives, Angi Frape and Coral Istace. Without their patience and support over the past few years, we would never have come to this point.
A Pretty Good Shot is currently available for $15 through our Facebook page, myself at, or comment below and we will find a way to get one to you.

Friday, November 28, 2014

"Paco's Provision" on sale today

My debut novel, Paco's Provision, is available now available online
via most major ebook retailers.

For Mike Massey, his dream of owning and operating a bar and restaurant is supposed to come easy. After purchasing The Boony in Woodbine, Saskatchewan, he seems to be on his way to successfully claiming that dream... and more.

Paco, a mysterious old man who lives and works in the historic hotel, seems to epitomize the soul of the place. His simple lifestyle and fearless demeanour teaches Mike there is more to life than the financial bottom-line.

Meanwhile, Mike discover's there is more to Paco - and his association with the old hotel - then the old man lets on. Mike's world begins to collapse with Paco's violent death. Then, the implementation of new government regulations cripples The Boony's business. Mike - a man who has previously had business success come easy to him - finds failure unbearable. His dream is becoming a living nightmare.

A promising relationship with his first real girlfriend ends, The Boony is on the verge of closure, and he sees no way out but through the bottom of a liquor bottle. But even after his death, Paco's spirit of survival lives on.

It's here! It's finally here!

I have accomplished the dream I have held since I was 13 years old. It took me almost 30 years, but I have published a novel. As of Friday, November 28, 2014, Paco's Provision is available for sale as an ebook at:

and other major online retailers. It will be available through Amazon for Kindle users and iBook in the near future.

I wrote Paco's Provision in 2007 in between jobs as a full-time print journalist. The book is a fictionalized story about the life of a man who used to live in Whitewood, Sask. Pancho lived and worked in what was known in my youth as The Hard Times bar and cafe. I worked there for a summer and came to enjoy his company, sharing a drink and a cigarette with him after a shift once in a while.

The story described in Paco's Provision, however, is totally the product of my imagination. Although it describes a family's immigration to Canada in the early 20th Century, that family is purely fictional. I simply thought of Pancho and made up the story of how he may have arrived in Saskatchewan. 

The first draft of the story was spellchecked, printed into a hard copy then set in a drawer for five years. I had every intention of moving forward not the project, but family and employment obligations put any further work it on the back burner. At one point, I only remembered writing it when asked if I had ever contemplated writing a book. By then, I was a freelance writer working for several publications in Southeast Saskatchewan.

In 2012, I finally pulled it out and began an thorough edit. It was a mess, but the characters, plot and solid story arch were all there. Midway through a second look at the book, a serious health issue knocked me on my heels. As I recovered, I jumped back into the world I created, giving the book a two re-writes before handing it off for editing. I poured through the book again this summer and autumn, finally sending it off to BookBaby for publication in early this month.

Paco's Provision is the first book of many I plan to publish. I have the first draft of a second novel completed and a non-fiction book about my experiences with serious health issues through the past two decades is almost finished.

My next publication, however, will be Blizzard, a compilation of short fiction about life on the Canadian Prairies following an outdoor-recreation theme; stories about hunting, fishing, hiking, snowmobiling and other activities. The first draft should be completed in December, with a planned release date in the Spring of 2015.

In the meantime, please consider purchasing Paco's Provision, and if your inclined, passing a review on to the retailer where you purchased the book (Goodreads, iBook, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo).

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Putting a challenging summer behind us

It has been some time since I have posted to This Attempted Life and I apologize, to those who enjoy my writing. I hope to return to a weekly habit of posting updates on my music career and samples of my writing projects in the coming weeks.

The summer of 2014 has been a challenge, to say the least. Flooding in Southeast Saskatchewan has hit my family on three fronts; my mother and father's home was nearly lost to the deluge of water at Round Lake in early July, and our home and business were hit with flooding on July 10.

Round Lake reached levels of historic proportions as the summer season began. After holding back the water around my parents' home for a week with multiple pumps and thousands of pounds of sandbags, the flood overtook us and the house, filling the basement after a wall collapse. My father and I were in the basement managing pumps at the time of the collapse and it is only by the grace of God - along with the heroic efforts of my son and my mother - that my father and I survived physically unscathed.

Both of us were roughly three feet from the wall when it gave in. My father clung to the stairwell as the mud and water entered the basement, but I was pushed about 15 feet into the cavernous darkness. My first thought was literally, "This is where I die." But after finding some footing, my mind went numb and my subconscious took over. I scrambled through the incoming water and reached my father, who - also heroically - helped push me onto the home's main floor before my mother and I pulled him up.

Months later, I am still emotional about the experience.

The following week, Moosomin was hit with about 5 inches of water falling in roughly 45 minutes. Our sewer system held the rancid water out, but fresh water began seeping through the walls within a half hour. Mentally and emotionally, I was still reeling from my experience in the basement of my parents' home. I began to hallucinate as the carpets became saturated. The walls of the basement of my own home seemed, in my eyes, to tremble on the verge of giving in.

The vision was all in my mind, of course. After about an hour of focussed meditation and some fresh air, I was back downstairs helping vacuum water and manage a pair of sump pumps on each end of our house.

Considering the incredible amount of water - it flowed like a two-foot river down our street in a rushing current - I walked uptown to check on my wife's athletic therapy clinic. Water splashed four feet up the exterior walls as cars drove through a huge pool on the street corner the office is located on. Inside, the crawlspace was completely full and it was about a foot deep on the main level. I opened the office's back entrance and immediately saw water gushing up from the heat-vents. There was little we could do there, so I returned home to focus on our living accommodations.

In the months following, it has been determined that the clinic is virtually beyond saving. It is set for demolition early this winter, with plans to rebuild another facility beginning next spring.

Today, our home continues to dry out. I removed two feet of drywall along the floor of the entire basement through August and we are now waiting on the Provincial Disaster Assistance Program to determine if there is anything they can do for us monetarily.

Although our trial continues, the stress, sadness, anger and questions have began to wane. We are now focussed on moving forward on the rebuilds knowing that there was little we could do to stem the tide of material loss in this corner of the province.

Paco's Provision and The Old 21

On other fronts, I will soon be delving into final edits on my debut novel, "Paco's Provision," which I hope to have released as an ebook by mid-December at the latest. I wrote the book in 2008 and let it simmer for about four years before finally putting it through two re-writes through the past year and a half. I am proud of the accomplishment, but look forward to its publication as I would like to move on to another book of fiction I have begun.

"Blizzard" will be a book of short stories about hunting, fishing and the outdoors on the Canadian Prairies. The brunt of the rough draft for that project will be written through the month of November. There is no timeline for it's release, but should I stay disciplined, I would like to have it available in the spring of 2015.

Meanwhile, my music duo, The Old 21, is about 70 per cent finished our debut EP. We laid the final tracks on the CD last week and it is now in the hands of the producer for mixing and mastering.

The work includes all original songs written and arranged by myself with the exception of one written by Trevor Doroshenko; a phenomenally talented songwriter from Regina who has added to our repertoire on several occasions.

The CD should also be available by early December if plans do not go awry.

Beyond the books and the CD, I also would like to put out some recordings of my own - just me and my guitar plucking through some folk-pop songs I plan to write through the next few months. These may be made available through iTunes should the recordings - which I plan to do myself - meet the standards I have in mind.

All in all, I count my blessings. In 2013, I suffered two life-threatening seizures that were caused by a brain tumour, 90 per cent of which was surgically removed a year and a half ago. What remains of the tumour is swollen due to Gamma Knife Radiation treatment I underwent in January of this year. Then, I nearly became one of the few human casualties of the Biblical flooding of Southeast Saskatchewan in July of 2014.

The entire experience has sent me on an intellectual and spiritual journey since late last year. I have been deeply investigating - in a stimulating and emotionally healthy way - Christianity, God, consciousness, Buddhism, meditation, and ancient wisdom (specifically, Mayan and Eastern religious teachings). It's an interesting topic I may broach in future posts.

Regardless, I am extremely grateful for remaining on the right side of the grass and I am learning to appreciate every breath on a moment-by-moment basis.

This life thing; it's certainly worth living.

Friday, May 23, 2014

"Paco": A sip of my upcoming novel.

What follows is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, currently titled Paco. I am hoping to release the book sometime this summer. Please watch for further details about its availability in the coming weeks.

By 1:30 a.m., the remaining patrons had left The Boony Bar, allowing Mike and Eric to get an early start on clean up duties. Mike was giving some beer mugs a final wipe with a towel and setting them on a shelf on the bar when he heard the old stairs leading to the lobby creak. Knowing it had to be Paco on his way into the barroom, Mike set down his towel and waited for the old Mexican to come through the door.
Paco appeared without his cap, something he always had on in public. He still wore his work clothes, spotted with white paint from the work he was doing above the urinals in the men’s washroom earlier that day. He walked straight to the bar in front of Eric. His eyes were red and swollen from weeping. He looked more tired than Mike had ever seen.
“Whiskey-wadda, no ice,” he half-whispered. It was a request he didn’t need to make, as Eric already knew the order.
Paco took his glass and limped solemnly to the table reserved for him. After setting his drink down, he stared at a spot on the wall. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. He wiped them away with his stubby, paint-splattered fingers.
Paco made a fist and rubbed a knuckle on some unseen spot on the wall in front of him. When he removed his hand, Mike spotted just a hint of a dent in the plaster where he had touched. Paco opened his hand and rubbed the spot up and down before taking his chair and sipping his drink. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shuddering as he began to cry.
Mike was frozen in place at the end of the bar. He had no idea why Paco was so emotional, but felt compassion for him regardless. Mike thought about walking over and putting an arm around the old man, but stayed where he was.
The creak and slam of the back door to The Boony pulled Mike’s attention away from Paco. The dark shadow that filled the doorway made a ball of anxiety form in Mike’s throat. Brian Langlois walked to the middle of the room, removed his plaid jacket and put his hands on his hips. An arrogant smirk crossed his face when he eyed Mike. His gaze moved to Paco sitting alone sipping his drink and crying.
Langlois rolled up his shirtsleeves and started for the old man. Eric began to move around the bar, but Mike held up his hand motioning for him to stop.
“I’m going to end this,” Mike said. Perspiration was already beginning to bubble on his brow.
“I’m right here,” Eric said.
Mike strode toward Paco to head off Langlois.
“What do you want?” Mike said, standing face to face with the thickly built former junior hockey player.
“I gotta settle a score,” Langlois said. He wiped his mouth with his thumb then wiped his thumb on the chest of his shirt. “I owe grandpa here a gawd-damned lump on the head.”
“Just leave, Brian. All this stuff between you and him – and you and I – it’s over. Just leave and don’t come back,” Mike said as sternly as he could manage. “Eric’s calling the police. Leave now and there’ll be nothing to lodge a complaint about.”
Eric scrambled to the end of the bar and grabbed the phone, punching the speed-dial button for the RCMP.
Langlois wasn’t going anywhere. He reached around Mike and nudged Paco firmly on the shoulder.
“What’ya drinkin’ old man?” he said.
Mike took another step towards Langlois. He stared up into the intruder’s eyes. Langlois glared down at him.
“Leave him alone and get out,” Mike growled.
Langlois pushed Mike hard in the chest, sending the smaller of the two stumbling backwards onto Paco’s table.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Langlois snapped at Mike. “I’ll take care of you in due time.”
Mike caught his breath and checked on Paco. The old man still had his face buried in his hands, seemingly oblivious to the tense situation developing beside him.
“Get up, you old bastard,” Langlois yelled.
“Get the hell out of here!” Mike screamed, returning to his position between Langlois and Paco.
Langlois laughed and pushed Mike even harder, forcing him to the floor.
Eric ran around the bar, but Mike shook his head at him as he got back up.
Paco stood, slurped the last of his “whiskey-wadda,” and stepped away from his table. He turned to face Langlois head on. The old man’s forehead barely reached Langlois’ chin.
“Mickey say you gotta go, you gotta go,” said Paco.
Langlois threw a jab at Paco, but the old man sidestepped the speeding fist, putting Langlois off-balance. Paco leaned over to the rack of pool cues on the wall and pulled one down. He stood calmly beside the pool table as if waiting for his turn to shoot.
“You wiry old son of a bitch,” Langlois said as he charged forward for another shot.
Paco flipped the cue over and clubbed Langlois in the ear with the thick end of the stick. The force of the blow made Langlois scream and paw at the side of his head. He looked at his hand and saw blood. It dripped from behind his ear, down his lobe and onto the collar of his shirt.
“You better go before you get hurt,” Paco said to him calmly.
Langlois shook his head to clear the stars he saw after the knock with the pool cue. He wiped blood from his ear again, looked at it then took a third run at Paco, who was standing about ten feet away.
As Eric jumped the bar, Mike dove to tackle Langlois before he got to Paco, but missed and crashed into a table and some chairs.
Paco quickly snapped the pool cue over his knee then pointed the jagged end of it at Langlois as the giant began raising his right arm for a punch. His fist connected with Paco’s chin just before his momentum carried both men over a table. They spilled to the floor, neither of them moving.
Mike rushed to Paco's side. The old man clutched his chest, his face twisted in pain. Langlois groaned beside them. Mike rolled him away. The pool cue fell out of a deep puncture in Langlois’ abdomen. Thick, red blood was already pooling on the carpet underneath him.
“Eric! Call an ambulance!” Mike screamed.
Eric raced back around the bar to the phone. Mike removed his shirt, balled it up and pressed it against the wound in Langlois’ belly. Then he turned his attention to Paco.
“Hang on, Paco,” he said, tears already coursing down his cheeks. “Please hang on.”
Paco grunted, unable to pull air into his lungs. When he did manage to, it was a quick gasp followed by a gurgle. The old man squirmed from the lack of oxygen and the unbearable pain in his chest.
Mike reached for one of Paco’s hands and squeezed it.
“Please, Paco. Stay with me. Stay with me,” Mike pleaded.
Paco’s face went blue, then grey. His attempts at breathing slowed. His eyes went dim. Mike was sure he was watching his old friend die and there was nothing he could do to save him.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Back to work already!

After focussing on songwriting through the month of February, enjoying a quick vacation in Las Vegas and swinging from Regina to Yorkton for music/writing related events last weekend, it is time to fall back into a work routine.

Yes, it was fun flying by the seat of my pants - working here,  playing there - since my Gamma Knife radiation session in January. But since my recovery from the Gamma surgery is complete and with spring upon us (I think), I believe it's the right time to put my head down, lock myself in my basement office and get back to re-establishing my new business.

Needless to say, it's been a hell of a year. March 7 represented the anniversary of a seizure that began the path towards the diagnosis of an atypical meningioma last spring. The time to move forward in full-force has long past. There will still be MRIs and doctor appointments to make sure my condition is improving, but they are months in the making. For now, my priorities are to regain the great momentum I seemed to acquire immediately after opening my freelance writing/music business in April, 2013.

Therefore, work has restarted on the second draft of my debut novel "Paco." I have found an editor and a potential cover artist for the book through a writer's group in Yorkton. I hope to have the draft ready for review by the end of April with an expected release date of mid-July.

Should you have any ties to Whitewood whatsoever, you may find the novel entertaining. The book is basically the fictionalized biography of a man who used to live and work in the town's old hotel and bar. I should note that the entire story is made up and no character is based on real people or situations, outside of my basic use of this old fellow as the face of a protagonist. The story comes purely from my imagination.

Meanwhile, I am open again for freelance journalistic work. I have written for publications in Esterhazy, Moosomin and Whitewood in the past, but have taken a particular interest in magazine work. This includes assignments from The Session, a trade publication produced by SaskMusic.

I am also available for contract work outside of the journalistic field. My background includes copywriting for advertising; the production of brochures and pamphlets; and editorial services for other writers wanting to have their work polished to a high sheen.

Then there's the music. After thoroughly enjoying performing at a house concert in Esterhazy, SK on Feb. 26, we hit The Windsor Hotel in Fleming, SK this Saturday, March 29. Showtime is 9 p.m.

Meanwhile, with the construction of our studio and the purchase of key recording equipment, Lorne Frape and I will begin preliminary tracking for an EP in April or May. The recording will include seven or eight of our favorite orginal numbers alongside a couple of brand new songs written in the past few weeks. We hope to have rough-cuts available for our June 14 show at The Lancaster Taphouse in Regina; if not, sometime this summer.

Until then, further shows are in development for Wawota, Round Lake, another Regina venue, Esterhazy and - although very early to say so - Yorkton. Follow along with us at and watch out for our new CD.

Last weekend, Saskatchewan's rising jazz and roots artist Belle Plain played a spectacular show in Regina. The concert was one of many hosted by Regina songwriter and The Old 21 contributor Trevor Doroshenko, who has brought the production of such an event to a high art.

The Old 21 also plays house concerts; the newest, most comfortable way to enjoy live music in Saskatchewan. The idea is simple: Invite a couple of dozen friends and family members; prepare some appetizers and refreshments (or make it BYOB); and set up some chairs theatre-style in your living room (or don't; it's really all up to you).

Lorne and I show up with instruments - and, if necessary, a sound system - and give you two hours of roots/folk/country music to clap your hands, stamp a toe or snap your fingers to. It's intimate, fun and gives everyone in attendance the impression that the artist is there to play solely for them. Should you want the party to continue after the show, we are happy to contribute even more music.

Among the many advantages are no lineups to the washroom, beer cooler or coffee pot.

Feel free to commentbelow should you be interested in being a trend setter in the province and hosting a night ike this. We are fully committed to help make each show a success and will provide further details on how to put it together.

Otherwise, please continue to support local art.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Pen, paper, mic and guitar: FAWM 2014

Less than a month after receiving the master copies of The Old 21's debut EP, I am calling back the songwriting muse for February Album Writing Month (FAWM).

Beginning tomorrow, I and thousands of others around the world will attempt to write 14 songs through the month of February. I successfully participated in the program last year. About a half dozen of those songs continue to be played in regular rotation at Old 21 live shows. Two - "Trouble Inside" and "Edge of a Knife" - were recorded on the EP.

As a side note, at least two of them were eerily prophetic considering the medical issues I experienced just seven days after the end of February, 2013. A song called "Anchor Me," for example, explains how my wife has been the rock I have clung to through my health situations. It was one of the final numbers I penned before the end of the month.

As I do during National Novel Writing Month - where, through November, one attempts to write a 50,000-word novel - I will be forced to divorce myself from my inner critic. It is the only way to maintain a sustainable pace to write 14 songs through February.

In the end, I hope to create at least seven or eight songs worthy of further play, while the rest can become fodder for other ideas developed later in the year.

Regardless, FAWM is a fun, creative and spiritually exhilarating exercise. The online community goes a long way in making this so. The people involved in the program are extremely supportive, providing further motivation to polish the tunes to the point where they are worthy of public consumption. I look forward to choosing the best of the lot for a planned LP, which will be recorded sometime in 2014.

So here I am, once again leashed to my computer for an extended period, this time writing, recording and producing my newest musical creations. I plan to have rough-draft recordings of the songs available on Facebook and Twitter as they are ready. Some may not strike a chord with you, but I am hoping a few will brighten your day or allow you to escape your busy schedule for three or four minutes at a time.

Nevertheless, I look forward to the challenge FAWM presents and hope you will tag along for the ride.