Growing up, I associated tattoos with sailors and bikers. Now they seem to be somewhat in fashion, and tattoo artistry had become quite the fad. Now if I can see a person’s tattoo then I think it is fair game to inquire; after all, if they are visible then the person wants them to be… Continue reading Tattoos
This past summer I started working as a tour guide for a local company. During the cruise ship season (August – October) I would often take groups to St Martins, NB, for five or six hour tours. I really enjoyed the outings and had the opportunity to meet and interact with many interesting people. What… Continue reading Rock and a Hard Place
Following my visit with Clifford I wasn’t sure how I was going to find out the story. Then the thought occurred to me, his sister was still living, and she was a friend of my mother’s. I’ll start by calling her. Later that week we connected. I told her why I was calling. “By chance,… Continue reading Clifford – Part II
Clifford was a member of my Masonic Lodge. He was in the Canadian Navy; after which, he became a police officer. When I came to know Clifford he was well into retirement. He had had a stroke which affected his mobility. His speech was limited to saying three things; Yes, No and Jesus Christ. I… Continue reading Clifford – Part I
I had a man-cold; you know, a viral head and chest infection that seems to hit men much worse than women. At least, that’s what we believe. I am much better now but it peaked two weeks ago. At the time, I went to a local drug store. I was looking for the same medication… Continue reading Man-Cold
As parents, one of the most important responsibilities we have is to model a strong set of values for our families. It is incumbent upon us to instill a code of behaviour that reflects well upon family and community standards. For my children, this expectation was delivered through both sides of the family. A few… Continue reading Family Values
I called my father’s parents Grampy and Nan. I never knew my mother’s parents, both having passed before I was born. My parents were know as Pop and Nan to their grandchildren. Three years ago, when my daughter first told me she was pregnant, I started to give thought as to what I wanted to… Continue reading Gramps?