Recently, I had a conversation with a rather well-known fiddle player. He is a recording artist and former champion. For decades he has been celebrated throughout Canada and in the U.S. During our conversation I said, “You know, I finally figured out the difference between a violin and a fiddle.” “Well, actually, there is no… Continue reading Fiddling Around
At one point last year I was flying out to Winnipeg. I boarded the connecting flight in Toronto and was seated by a window. The space beside me was empty as was the aisle seat across from me. A fellow next to it was beside his window and wearing a headset. Just as I was… Continue reading Does Your Son Snore?
I was in Ottawa during the April ice storm. I ended up being storm-stayed for a night. That evening I made my way to a local pub. There were few patrons and I chose to sit in a section that was empty. A hockey game was on the TV and I had a crossword puzzle.… Continue reading Performing Arts
It was a weekday morning in 1978. I was in university and sleeping at my parents’ home. At 6:40 am, I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. I could faintly hear my father’s voice after he answered it from his bedside table. At the time, my father was District Manager for the coast… Continue reading Thanks, Dad
In my last post I explained the need to conserve water when sailing on a small craft for an extended period of time. The following story is actually from my next older brother. Like me, he was in the ROUTP and trained to become a navigator. It was the summer of 1970 and he was… Continue reading Naval Reserve – Water Conservation II
During my career with the naval reserve, I spent a lot of time on small vessels. One of the drawbacks of training on a boat, as opposed to a ship, is that you have a limited amount of fresh water. It is not inexpensive to purchase water when visiting a port. One of our goals was… Continue reading Naval Reserve – Water Conservation I
There has been much attention given to those suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). For some time, we have been hearing accounts of soldiers returning home with this affliction, but, of late, we have come to realize that First-Responders are also at risk. It makes sense. Making a career of being the first to arrive… Continue reading Now I Get It