And what a handsome man he was!

As our summer has inevitably wound down into September, let’s take a last long look (a look of longing?) at these carefree bygone days.
Just moseying around in the ol’ family album…
Facing life with the bases loaded…
I’ve got a big birthday coming up. The exact number doesn’t matter, but trust me, it’s big. Put it this way: In the 1950s I was a child, but now… I’m not. So I’m getting contemplative. Here is a wistful vignette of a bustling and burgeoning city, a warm and welcoming place – my Montreal – and how it changed.
A few words in memory of Spooky, a sweet companion of mine…

First of all, yes, I know the name doesn’t fit. I mean, look at him. Shouldn’t “Spooky” be a more fitting name for a black cat? You know, a witch’s familiar, that sort of thing? Short answer: yes. But he had that name when I got him in 2000 at age 5, so we were stuck.

I wrote this eulogy for my mother’s funeral 10 years ago; my thoughts and feelings are exactly the same today as they were then. If anything, the love I feel for her now is even stronger, steeped as it is in the warmth of ten years’ worth of remembering. Mom, this is for you.
Next week will mark the 10th anniversary of the passing of my loving, lovable mother at the age of 92. I will write about her next week, but for now I’d like to pay tribute to her equally lovable companion, BooBoo.
A bit long – but I promise it’s worth it! 😉
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