Nookers Nookers was the name we had for boyfriends and girlfriends making out in a parked car. During my early teen years, they would often be spotted at historic Carleton Martello Tower. On occasion, my buddies and I would walk up to the Tower to see if there were any nookers. We would approach the… Continue reading Nookers
Back in September I was serving as the tour guide for a group of grade 9 students from Rio de Janeiro. It was a class trip, and the students and their teachers were touring southern New Brunswick. On this particular day, we were in Fredericton and the group arranged for bicycle rentals through a recreation… Continue reading Two Tired
A while back I was attending a rugby referee clinic. One presentation was about the ref’s role in reducing the potential for injuries. To make his point, one of the facilitators referred to a particular game he had officiated. “The ball was kicked high into the air. The fullback, who wasn’t very big, was in… Continue reading Not so Hidden Bias
My first teaching job was in Newfoundland. My home was in a small town. It was an active and fun place to live. The town included a movie theatre; actually, it was a garage. An older couple ran B listed movies, or older popular ones, on weekends. The local students referred to the establishment as… Continue reading The Rat Trap
When I was ten years old I was given a toy plastic machine gun. It looked like a slightly smaller version of the real thing. It came in a plastic carrying case and included a grenade launcher. Assembly was required. It actually shot plastic bullets which were fired using percussion caps. Imagine giving kids tiny… Continue reading A Tactical Maneuver?
Campus Ministry Father Peters was the campus chaplain. His apartment was directly behind my residence. I had known him for years, as he was a family friend, and it was nice to run into him often during my time there. Monte never locked the door to his apartment. He made it available for any who… Continue reading Campus Ministry
Rita was a grade four student. She was a master at manipulation. She was particularly good at playing her mother off with the school. It didn’t help that her mother took her at her word. Bottom-line: as far as mother was concerned and regardless of the issue, Rita was right and the school was wrong.… Continue reading We’re Not Having This Conversation