And what a handsome man he was!

The Grammar Cop had a busy week and regrets her tardiness. Get a whiff of these obnoxious goofs!
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.
In the fall of 1939, when war broke out in Europe, my Aunt Bertha found herself ‘stuck’ in England, since she couldn’t get passage out to come back home to Montreal. But she made darn good use of her time there…
Ladies and germs, the Grammar Cop has a treat for you. Today’s little batch of boo-boos touches on a variety of gaffes. Take a look.
Just moseying around in the ol’ family album…
I saw two cute kids this week. Two girls. Or maybe boys. Or one of each? I’m not sure! So the question on my mind now, which I’m sharing with you, is: Does it matter?
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.
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