Death in the Yukon
Sometime ago I wrote a short story about a notorious murder trial I was involved in. An old prospector Al Kulan, had been killed in a bar in Ross River Yukon with a single shot from a .357 revolver. I defended his killer.
Death in the Yukon Episode 1
I have serialized a story about one of the most notorious murder trials in the history of the Yukon. My client killed Al Kulan in a bar in Ross River, a remote winter bound town in the Yukon. One shot from a .357 revolver. This is the first of 8 episodes. They are being published in Kelowna Now and the Now media chain.
Vernon Prep School for Boys
When I was 11 I was sent off to a small school for boys, the Vernon Prep School. I had no idea why, it was as though my parents had decided to throw their little bird out of the nest just to see if he could fly on his own yet.
A Wise Old Owl Walks Into A Bar
“Getting older Tony, is not for the faint of heart.” I’ll never forget the first time I heard my father say it. Turns out he was a wise old owl after all. Sure got my attention. What did I know, I was forty-four! Wet behind the ears.
A Toast to My Family
I wrote this some years ago and will read it each year at our family Christmas table. I have strived and failed and succeeded in no particular order and I have been humbled. Through it all my family has always been there. Unwavering.
Bubna
The Countess Bubna walked slowly along the path winding up from the lake, through a stunning rose garden and up toward the Hotel Eldorado. A floral parasol protected her from the hot Okanagan summer sun.
A Word of Caution. About War.
If you are 72 as I am, you have stood witness to countless global conflicts and several times have stood sentinel while global forces stood eye to eye threatening total annihilation. And here we are again.
FRIENDS
“Well that’s fine you three.” Jet spoke up from the shady spot he’d found under the trailer, “but you had better take care, there’s trouble out there and you’ll be in it before you know it.”
The More Things Change
I’m yearning for some sameness, something universal that all humans understand and seek. Something that has never changed and never will. And I may have found it in Canmore, AB.
I’m Aware That Some Stare at My (Ear) Hair
I’ll never forget the moment I realized I was middle aged. My glorious wife quietly saying to me, “Honey get your barber to shave your ear hair next time.”
And there it was. Middle age. And it was right on time. Bloody hell!