Three-and-a-half months. That’s how long it’s been since my last report to you. How time flies! It especially flies in the “attempting-to-get-one’s-book-traditionally-published” world. My latest news is:
Memoir
Sweet: How Jell-O ruined me for life
What’s a meal without dessert?
The Saturday Funnies
Hands up, all of you of a “certain age.” Don’t be shy! I know you’re there! Anyway, you’ll be glad to read this post, because it’ll take you back, waaay back…
Hats
Yesterday I went for a walk and saw a man across the street, wearing a small hat. It looked very much like one of these:
A Piece of the Rock
Nobody told me it was illegal. Maybe it wasn’t, back in 1971. I still feel a bit like a criminal.
Barney is PURPLE and so is my foot.
One definition of irony is: “Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs.” Well, I think it was ironic that I went to my doctor (dermatologist) two days ago with a perfectly good left foot and toe, but departed with a foot and toe that feel BROKEN!
The Fuller Brush Man
Long ago, back through the mists of time to around 1938, my parents had been married about a year. Ida and Sam have been gone from this earth for some time now, but I feel compelled to tell you the tale of the Fuller Brush Man’s visit.
PLEASE
A very powerful video. Have tissues on hand. ❤
Please! Go see this video. If only we could all trust. If only we could feel that there is something to trust.
79 cents is the new 5 cents!
So I’m at the cash in IGA, the closest supermarket where I always shop. I’m waiting my turn, and as usual my eyes wander… to the candy counter next to me.
60 years Ago: Going to the Movies in Montreal
For us moviegoers who were in the vanguard (arguably 1945 – 1955) of the babyboomer generation, it seemed that Montreal was overflowing with movie theatres.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 