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!
It’s Weird Being the Same Age as Old People
Turns out: I AM OLD.
So here’s the deal. If I am old I have a few things to get off my chest and no time to waste if I understand the inevitable destination of ‘old’ correctly.
Like changing rooms for example.
I’m Not Racist But …
When I first arrived in 1958 there was a billboard on Bridge Hill leading down to the Okanagan Lake Bridge. It had a big beautiful BC grown apple with these words emblazoned across it, ‘Coast Japs not welcome!’.
Time Passages
I didn’t use my Time as well as I might. I was careless and self absorbed and arrogant until well into my thirties. I suppose it simply takes Time to really learn what is really important. At least it did for me.
Garry’s Table
As for me, I’ll revisit Garry from time to time and for as long as my memory is up to the task each time I visit, he and I will be laughing and sharing stories and drinking some delicious wine. We will be seated at ‘Garry’s Table’.
Whaaatttt!?
Whereupon eleven year old Tony was sent away to a boarding school in Vernon BC; confronted Hoyme the Darth Vader of his young life and navigated the dark passages of life at a boys school
On Hemorrhoids Nicknames and Belonging
“Before I had earned my membership in this group I had a nickname bestowed up on me. This was lightning in a bottle. Not only that, it was The Best Nickname I have ever been given and I’ve had a few. I’ll start at the beginning.”
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.