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Horses… an Original Show
Join my cousins and myself for a truly entertaining evening.
Good-bye Adam West and All the Rest
I started thinking about Adam (aka “Batman”) West’s passing Friday, and it brought back so many memories of the early (black & white!) days of television. Adam was a perfect Batman, square-jawed and brave – nothing fazed him. For new followers, here are a few other things I wrote over a year ago about this TV era.
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.
I wanna be a kid again!
Winter’s here in Montreal! Who loves winter the most? Kids! Why is that? No snow tires to buy. No icy roads to dread. No shoveling to do. So what’s left? Play!
Place Ville Marie: Icon of the 60s
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:
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.
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.”
Synopsis of “Surviving Hollywood North”
Hi all, one last post (!) before I sign off until next week. This is a one-page synopsis of my book, which I wrote to accompany my query letters to agents and publishers. Pretend you’re a literary agent or a publisher, and let me know what you think.
Different
Montreal, 1955, a couple of weeks before Christmas: It was the first time I was aware of how different I was from my friends.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 