Time Passages
I have no particular wisdom about Time or anything else as a matter of fact, now that we’re talking about it. I am keenly aware at this stage in my life that 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 Love Your Bones
I love words and our unique ability to use them, to share our most intimate thoughts. I do and I’ve known a time or two when I was quite persuasive, if I don’t say so myself, which of course I have to say for myself on account of no one, absolutely no one would say that for me.
Dead Man Walking
The tension in that courtroom is thick and real and frightening. For Trump’s followers Cohen’s testimony is unforgivable. He has broken the vow of loyalty that binds all who corrupt themselves in pursuit of power. And for many vengeance will be justified. From this day forward Cohen is a marked man. There will never be a day when he is not in jeopardy.
She is The Sun
What can I possibly write about mothers that hasn’t been written before or say that hasn’t been said a million times over? Nothing unique that’s for sure but somehow we never tire of it.
Where Hockey Lives
Fred’s ‘Bulldog’ was actually more like a Bluetick Coonhound but that is missing the point. I laughed out loud. Fred, all 83 years of him, was exactly what playoff hockey means to us. It is spellbinding, the tension mounting with each second as our team competes for victory, that tension released as ‘we’ score, inching ‘us’ one step closer to victory.
Whatever!
I’m at that ‘if it wasn’t screwed on I’d lose my head’ stage of my life and I have to say it’s a wee bit disappointing.
A Nod to Bob
I wrote this piece two years ago and have just reread it after my friend Bob Butler recently went through a life threatening medical emergency. I’ll save you the details other than to say he is well on his way to a full recovery, about which we are all thrilled. He is the same Bob Butler I wrote about two years ago in this blog, the man I call ‘Stand Up’, a man with a huge sense of humour, a vivid man with an insatiable appetite for the life he has been given and a man who will not go quietly into the night. Well played Bob, see you soon.
This is Good Luck
I took a serious fall recently and cracked my head open on a piece of concrete furniture. Ambulance. Hospital. Deep wound. Injured shoulder. Tendon separated from a knuckle on my left ring finger.
My wife said “You need to buy a lottery ticket.”
Lipstick on a Pig
Vegas is a dystopian distortion of reality but you know that before you arrive so you get ready for the ‘shock’ that it is. Even with that though, I have to say that the image of a very heavy man wearing a blond Trump wig, an American flag vest, cowboy boots and NOTHING else was quite a sight.
Dad and Me
I spent some time with my Dad yesterday. He died in 1994.