FIre

 I can't imagine spending a winter in Ottawa without a fireplace. I mean a real one that burns wood and is suitable for dreaming in its warm glow.

And yet, in Montreal, which is almost as cold in winter, there's talk of banning them because of the smoke. Pshaw. Thousands will leave the city, sex will collapse and real fireside music will die.

Oh, I know all those condos with their their ugly gas jets flickering in the living room are supposed to be a substitute. But they are not. Even if wood is a nuisance to haul, it's worth it. And it looks and smells so lovely.

Our country place has what's called a Rumford fireplace, specially built. It's shallow and tall with no grate. The wood chunks lean against the back all and crackle merrily while our cocktail glasses

reflect the flames.

There is nothing in the world so relaxing as sinking into a deep chair, turning Galaxy on to some 40's music, perhaps slipping out of a wet coat and into a dry martini and slowly drifting into a dream.

Just remember when you build your next house there is nothing more cosy and restful than a warm, crackling fire in the living room. . . but only if you have a fireplace.

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