Toronto shook and rattled and roared. It was the dead of the night when it started. An ominous, threatening hum broke the quiet of the wintry December darkness, waking people from their sleep. They sat bolt upright in bed as they listened to the dreadful noise. Windows trembled. Picture frames vibrated on the walls. And the people of Toronto knew perfectly well what must be happening. This was 1914 — the first year of the First World War. That terrifying rumble could only mean one thing: the German air force was descending upon our city. Toronto must be under attack.
In addition the the wondeerful collage, it felt disturbingly 'current' as so many of us are seeing all kinds of planes and kites and threats all around us. I wish the squeel of street cars would quell som eof these histrionics. So waay to timely - unfortunately.
In addition the the wondeerful collage, it felt disturbingly 'current' as so many of us are seeing all kinds of planes and kites and threats all around us. I wish the squeel of street cars would quell som eof these histrionics. So waay to timely - unfortunately.
Thanks, Jack! It did feel strangely familiar as I wrote it.