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Why are there not cutsie poems about Fall? Something like we have for Spring, “Spring has sprung, The grass is riz, I wonder where the women is.” I think it’s a little difficult to write about a season that is the shoulder between summer and winter. I mean, it’s not called fall for nothing right? …Read More!… Falling          Our story begins at M.B.A. (Male Bathers Anonymous) Me: My name is Ed and I’m a bather. Crowd: Hi, Ed. Me: I last bathed last night with candles, lemongrass tea and bubbles. Guy at the back: Awww, Dude! Where to start? Okay… I …Read More!… Skinny Dipping The cell phone dinged. I was in a meeting the other day when a cell phone went off; it was some incomprehensible intonation of Beethoven’s fifth, Jingle Bells or a variant of a mystical, burbling, computer generated cat in heat; it was hard to tell. A following announcement was made to …Read More!… George Orwell is Alive and Well It was an epic battle between truculent man and virulent beastie. Armed with a shop vac, two big honkin’ cans of industrial strength insect assassinator and one can of expanding foam, I attacked. Clad in work boots, heavy duty chainsaw resistant pants, long sleeve shirt, pro hockey body armour, a funky hat with mosquito mesh …Read More!… Insect Heaven Makes for Good Friendships I flat out refuse, dammit. Fall is sniffing around enticing the heat out of days and nights. The harvest moon crept over the thin blue line of horizon a few days ago; the harbinger of coming change. Leaves will soon transform to hues of orange, yellow and red mixed with the …Read More!… Wearing Layers My best friends will understand when I say I’m feeling a bit conflicted. I was sitting having a coffee in front of a cafe on Main Street yesterday morning. As I often do I was reading a book, sipping the delightful nectar of the gods and watching folks wander by in their own little worlds… …Read More!… Good Morning Chosen Family I was lifting a house. I truly do wish I had the super human strength to pull off such a feat without mechanical intervention; however I am of the class Homo Sapien and am not from the planet Krypton. I used jacks, lumber, concrete blocks and gnashed knuckles to get the job done. …Read More!… A Meeting on the Hill Another bicycle story!? Not really. I drove into Toronto Saturday to volunteer… on my cycle… at a running race. The day started with me languishing outdoors at the local coffee shop reading “The Alchemist” and soaking in a sunny Saturday morning. Little did I know what the day would hold in …Read More!… Perseverance |
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