Memory can be a teacher, a nemesis, a trickster, a temptress or a shelter from the storm. It can be a microscope or a telescope, a still image or a motion picture. Publishers and readers understand the differences between an autobiography and a memoir – the latter being more of an impressionistic canvas than a photograph. Both can be deceptive and manipulated, and both can demonstrate “Brownian motion” as well as reality.

Memories are the residue of experience, a record of where we’ve been and what we’ve done. Like going home, I would not want to live there, but some memories are worth another visit.

What I do remember are the people I met, the people I laughed with, and the people that made each day worthwhile. I have had the pleasure and privilege of meeting thousands of incredibly creative, and generous souls who have touched my heart and made me laugh for the duration of my career. Now I wish to thank each of you, personally, through what I am calling My Gratitude Trip. Life is short, and we forget to say thank you to people who have crossed our paths. I am driving through Canada and the United States to visit each and every person, natural wonders and some of North America’s iconic destinations.