I answer to Telbisz (silent "z", as in Franz Liszt), or, to those who struggle with my name: the Crazy Sponge Guy - certification(s) available upon request.
Born in Montreal, educated in two Canadian provinces as well as a two year stint, spring of 75 until spring of 77 at which point I was expelled, at Klostershchule Mehrerau in Bregenz am Bodensee, Austria.
The afternoon naps I suffered thorough at l'ecole Ste-Therese, on the other side of this village in Ontario, were boring, but, but I was not prepared for What would come next, when my mother transferred me to to Grade 1 at, Roxborough Elementary, also within walking distance of the other house we also lived in, just off Sources Boulevard in Pierrefonds, Quebec.
Until we had moved there around 1962 (too late to ask either of my parents for confirmation of the exact year) and even up to the point of completing Kindergarten, I had not needed to speak English, as those around me spoke mostly Magyar, German or French. That last one, was how I communicated with my brothers, the other two, Hungarian and German were languages spoken well by my mother and the various nannies she had to employ as she was a very independent (read stubborn) businesswoman, a half century before businessperson became an expression in English.,
I am way too old to mentor online, as far as my skill set goes - that is for you to judge upon either speaking with me, or meeting with me or preferably, both.
The only language I master, is English and I have greatly improved the ability of others, from various backgrounds, to improve both their their phonetic and grammatical skills in this language. I only mention this skill as if one peruses some of what is written about the products we make here, some turns of phrase I did not have time to redact or even see, as time is, like oil, a limited resource. One more reason we need to use all of our natural resources in as responsible a way as possible - always considering keeping in mind the full biocycle (or bio-cycle) one of many words that I have been inspired to create during my retirement, which came to an end at the onset of this decade.
Always did, we had a German Shepherd and cats when I was a toddler, still have both loving and duty cats in this abode as well as surround sound warning system which is very useful in this huge building.
Said early warning system is four-legged.
I had never even heard the term "boondocking" until it came up in a CBC radio interview this weekend.
On the other hand, I now realize that my school years, during which I was either "the new kid" (7 times between Grades 1 and an uncompleted 13) or, I was considered fat, clumsy, nerdy, unfashionable or (from Grade 12 on-wards, at G.D.H.S. in Alexandria) a faggot by the boys who mistook hitchhiker's satchel, for a purse. The girls knew better.
Said "purse" was army surplus and had a Canadian Flag patch -very useful when hitchhiking across the Benelux, West Germany, and through portions of France Switzerland and Austria. I was hitch-hiking long before the European portion of my school years. Luckily for me, only Italy celebrates more Catholic holidays i was told, than Austria - which gave me plenty of opportunity to hitch-hike while the other kids went home from Gymnasium Mehrerau, which was a boarding school..
There is only one favourite location which comes to mind, yet it does not fall fully into the definition of boondocking as it seems to be described. It is a particular boulder that I slept a decade or two ago, (not during black fly or mosquito season) I found it, on a very little used dirt road somewhere between Bobcaygeon and Fenelon Falls Ontario, during a sales/road trip. Had a great sleeping bag and the cold air combined with the inert energy of said boulder gave me a depth of sleep that survives in my memory to this day.
Montreal, Quebec, Canada Both my parents came from Europe, my father emigrated legally from Egypt, my mother, on the other hand was a DP, as war refugees were known then. Unlike most present day Canadians, whether born here or not, have never asked permission of those nations that predated the colonization of this continent. My mother did, within months of her arrival, as I did also, at the age of 18, when a hereditary chief of the 5 Nations visited my secondary school: Glengarry District High School, we were both given very similar answers, to paraphrase: You are welcome to stay, as long as you treat the land well. Presently, my wife and I split our time between living here, in this old flax mill that my mother converted into a sponge factory and her condo, which is a short drive north of here, still in Ontario though..
To Be Announced - eventually! Definitely leaning towards diesel. not a 4 x 4 though. Mercedes Sprinter or similar with fuel economy under 10L/100 km
Thanks T for the lovely stay. We explored the area, watched the stars at night and listened to the birds during the day.