Chapter Six
BACK TO ANOTHER MOTHERLAND
Who remembers the returning stranger in a land
once called home?
Jostling with persistent din from another day’s commerce, these loading docks in Halifax Harbor displayed all the makings of a growing city. The ocean’s trade carried her telling smell of goods from near and afar adrift upon all who bustled about. Her bounty of fresh sea catches teased pains of hunger. And her salty scent made dreamers minds’ weave small adventures of fancy, placating the routine of shore-bound lives.
One could never forget such images while walking along dark wooden planks. Here, teams of vessels jostled in the water, patiently waiting their next orders for yonder horizon. And the jaunting maritime gait of longshoremen bobbed to and fro, movements honed from years
