In which – yet again – I get close to my “inner child.” I just can’t seem to leave her alone. Maybe she’s not ready to be left. 😉
Month: July 2015
Billy and Me
Memories of a summer at Plage Laval, near Montreal.
The Making of a Nicotine Addict, 1956
Montreal murals in days of old, advertising cigarettes… they used to be everywhere. This was but one factor contributing to the belief (for me and too many others) that it was perfectly okay to smoke. Here’s what else helped to lead me down the tobacco-strewn path.
Belmont Park
The Scrambler
Kiddieland
Roller Coaster
Belmont Park Entrance
This is a little slice of nostalgia about my first visit to an amusement park. (It was published in our daily newspaper in its special section commemorating the 350th anniversary of the founding of Montreal.)
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Skye Blues
Here’s a little thing I had fun writing years back, waaaay before there were smart phones, let’s say. I still like it; hope you do too!
Great Quotes
No matter where you come from, what colour your skin is, or what you believe in, these words make a heckuva lot of sense!
Learning to Drive… Again. Thanks, Ma!
This is a modest tribute to my sweet, wise mother, who passed away almost ten years ago. I miss her every day.
Mangled Menus and other Crude offerings, Offensive to My Proofreading Eyes
Let’s start with those dang restaurant menus. How hard is it for them to email or hand over their draft to a proofreader? …or for that matter, to any English-speaking person preferably over six years of age?
8 special memories of the Hamptons
Sure, the drive to the Hamptons in eastern Long Island, 90 miles east of Brooklyn, passes through typical countryside scenery: horse ranches, farmers’ fields, an Indian reserve – Shinnecock, and the like. But here are a few sights that stood out for me on my recent visit.
We Bonded Over Bullets
Okay, I admit my first choice for this piece’s title was the more mundane “Highlights of the Hamptons.” Definitely not a piquer of curiosity. (Hmm… “piquer.” Is that a word? It is now! )
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Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 