Do Bares Pee in the Woods
I hope you’ll accept this rather weak, shallow and opportunistic explanation for this week’s blog. You see my wife Mac and I have been moving into our new townhouse. Is there a more loathsome task? That is a rhetorical question and in case you’re not good with rhetoric, the answer is NO! I should acknowledge lest you think I am just a miserable old man ..
DIY Time Capsule
I have read and reread this story twenty times over the years since, each time remembering different moments, different smells, different people, each time travelling back in Time. I had no idea how precious it would become because I had no idea that my memory would fade, would falter. I am so thankful that I wrote.
Dead Man Walking
What always amazed me about these true crime stories was that they happened while the rest of us were going about our everyday business, completely unaware of the drama unfolding, sometimes right beside us. A McDonald’s parking lot in Chilliwack BC was were this story begins. It was mid afternoon.
Everything Old is New Again
I could hear them both gasp. It was -12C and I had shimmied out to the end of the extension at the 120’ height of the crane, without gloves, without a safety harness on an extension which was just an inverted triangle.
A Love Letter from Goldie
“I’ve taught her how to love. How to love with all her heart. Taught her to understand that it can be painful sometimes. I know she’ll be very sad when I die but I hope she’ll understand that it is the best way to live, it’s the only way to live. To be in love is okay, tears and all, it’s okay.”
Leave My Family Alone
My family matters to me. Stay the hell away from it. Don’t you dare co opt one of the greatest words in the English language for your corporate purpose. Show some bloody respect and leave ‘family’ alone! Leave my family alone.
Place Peyton
Throughout my adult life I have been asked to run for various political positions and my answer has always been ‘no’. Like a hard NO! I suppose many who know me might be surprised at that.
I’m Aware That Some Stare at my Ear Hair
Baby boomers loved their hair. The longer the better, a generational counter culture rejection of all things that had come before. And what did we care? We were young and we were always going to be young! I trusted my hair.
Of Mice and Men
Now work with me here. Just suppose you could live until say, one hundred and ten, or one hundred and twenty, in equivalent health. Would you want to? For me the answer is simple: In a New York second. Yes!
A Prickly Topic
‘I’ve been wanting to write about ‘the penis’ for a long time now but I had no reason to. Nothing happened to trigger the writing, there’s no amusing anecdote to kick it off. I can’t even offer you any contextual framing. Nothing. But I’ve decided to write it anyway. It is pure indulgence. I just […]