Fly in the Ointment

The custodian who was responsible for cleaning the chemistry lab took her job very seriously. When I first arrived at the school she asked what my expectations were for cleaning in the lab. She also told me what her expectations were of me. I was impressed with that. The preparation room at the back of… Continue reading Fly in the Ointment

Name of the Game

After decades of criticism, many professional and non-professional sports teams are reevaluating their team names and mascots. It’s unfortunate that it took the death of a person to finally bring this to a head. Over the years I have been a Greyhound, a General, an Ironman, a Lion, a Rover. I was also an Indian… Continue reading Name of the Game

Safe on Base

I umpire minor league baseball. I derived a lot of pleasure as a player. This allows me to continue to be part of the action. A few weeks back I was on my way to a game. I stopped to pick up some milk at a convenience store. I was wearing my umpire’s uniform. After… Continue reading Safe on Base

My MEd – The Final Days, Part II

. . . continued from July 10 I must admit, the next day I was expecting someone to arrive at the classroom door and ask for me. That didn’t happen. Nor did it happen the next day. I plugged away. With two university courses compressed into three weeks, the workload was heavy, but I was… Continue reading My MEd – The Final Days, Part II

My MEd – The Final Days, Part I

The summer of 1997 was approaching. I needed two more courses to finish my MEd. As I did the summer before, I was prepared to attend the university’s summer session, ninety minutes drive from home. Up until that year, summer session ran for six weeks. In 1997 the university decided to run two three-week sessions.… Continue reading My MEd – The Final Days, Part I

Thermometer Blues

A former colleague tells this story. While undertaking her BSc she was doing an independent study for one of her courses. Her project dealt with sleep deprivation. One aspect of it had her waking up every hour during the night and taking her temperature. She purchased a thermometer and started her data collection. After the… Continue reading Thermometer Blues

Hustle and Bus-tle

Not long after the end of day bus departure, the office phone rang. It was an upset parent. Her eight-year-old son didn’t get off the bus. We sprang into action. His teacher confirmed that he had been in school and exited with the other kids. She hadn’t seen him since. The bus-duty teacher didn’t see… Continue reading Hustle and Bus-tle

Phone Call Faux Pas

Fifteen years ago a call home from the high school was made. A mature female voice answered. “Hi. Would Mr. or Mrs. W be available please?” “Mr. W? MR. W? HE’S DEAD.” “Oh my goodness. I’m sorry. I had no idea.” “HE’ S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS.” “I’m really sorry. I was going by the… Continue reading Phone Call Faux Pas

Stompin’ Tom

Stompin’ Tom Conners was a Canadian country and folk singer-songwriter. Many of his favoured tunes were novelty songs. He had a devoted following and was born in my hometown. He died seven years ago at the age of 77. Back in the early 70’s Tourism Prince Edward Island ran a jingle about the island and… Continue reading Stompin’ Tom

The First Shall Be Last – Part II

. . . continued from May 29 The following day I approached the secretary. I explained my plan. She agreed to assist. The plan was simple. About midway through class I was going to give her a signal via the intercom. Five minutes later she would call into the classroom and ask if Kevin could… Continue reading The First Shall Be Last – Part II