It’s a good thing there are people with vision. Otherwise, Montreal would still have a giant pit as part of its central train hub, smack-dab in the middle of downtown. Instead, by 1962 we were given this:
Place Ville Marie: Icon of the 60s
Author: Ellie
Spots
It’s getting to be that time of year when we tend to get sick more often, which reminded me of this piece I wrote last winter. Soon I will get my flu shot, and in fact I just got the shingles shot this past week, thanks to my son and daughter who helped me financially to get it – it costs $225! Once again, here is “Spots” – hope it doesn’t make you too itchy! 😀
It’s winter. It’s a time of snow, it’s a time of sleet. It’s a time of ice, it’s a time of… sickness!
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Friday Follies #62 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi again, Friday Folliettes! Today the Grammar Cop will focus on three barfy boo-boos seen in newspapers around these parts:
She shoots! She scores!
The thing I remember most about our living-room on Decarie Boulevard when I was about five years old – well, aside from the time a fruit drop got stuck in my throat and I couldn’t swallow until it melted enough to slide down – was playing hockey with my big brother in it.
Friday Follies #61 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi, Friday Follicles! This week’s little assortment of blunders caught by the Grammar Cop includes the following:
The Shuttle Shuffle
Whatever happened to the Trump Shuttle and other similar short-haul airlines?
Greece: Episode Three – How to steal a stroller
I’ve written about our Greek sojourn before, in Meanwhile, Back in Greece and Greece: Episode Two – I knocked harder. Now I must tell you about the Great Stroller Steal of the Century.
Friday Follies #60 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Word confusion is often the result of a lack of reading. (Internet memes and rabid comments don’t count!) Here are a few examples caught by the Grammar Cop among the proliferation of recent political articles.
Goodbye my love: Notes to an absent automobile
How did I love thee? Let me count the ways.
8 Hours in a Medical Marvel
Most people like to complain. I like to think I’m not one of them. Okay, maybe sometimes – but I try to keep things in perspective, like the motto on a sign my dad used to have, propped on his dresser: “I was sad because I had no shoes… until I met a man who had no feet.”
