Was driving 100 miles north of Toronto along a highway in an SUV. Just my wife and I and our two setters on a summer Friday on our way to our sailboat on Lake Huron (Georgian Bay) for the weekend. The back seats are folded flat because it's just the two of us and it means lots of space for the dogs.

Suddenly, one dog locks on point looking out the window of one of the rear side doors. Won't budge and I'm doing 70 MPH so I can't imagine what she is looking at that wouldn't have disappeared in the rear view mirror.

Finally figure it out with the help of my wife. She was staring at a jet overhead at about 15,000-20,000 feet. Flight path of jets heading west out of Toronto International.

The world cries out for such: he is needed & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia