A. It's the set of the sail, and not the gale, that determines the way we go.
A. I would love to meet Jane Austen, but I'd be far too awed to say anything to her. Plus, if I did, I'm pretty sure she'd find some reason to skewer me in her next novel. After all, this is the woman who once wrote, "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?"
A. French fries.
A. Paddling down Isaac Lake in Bowron Provincial Park.
A. One word: home.