Fake News? I scan the obituaries each day. I wouldn’t want to miss a funeral visitation for the parent of a childhood friend. In actual fact, what we read in the classified section of the paper are death notices. They are different from obituaries. Obituaries are written as news stories by newspaper staff. Death notices… Continue reading Fake News?
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
Recently, I was refereeing a high school rugby game. As the match was drawing to a close, the captain of one of the teams asked me how much time remained. I looked at my watch and simply held up two fingers. The captain chuckled and said, “Are you telling me we have 2 minutes left… Continue reading Roman Numerals II
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
Several years ago, my wife and I were attending a fund-raising event. Following the meal, a high school student came around with fifty-fifty tickets. He approached our table. “Fifty-Fifty tickets. One for two or five for three.” I spoke, “You meant, one for two or three for five, right?” “That’s right. That’s what I said.… Continue reading Fifty-Fifty
It was my final year of teaching. The previous spring, some of my long-standing colleagues retired. I was now the oldest teacher on staff. It hadn’t seemed that long ago I started my career. Now here I was, a senior member of the old-guard. One morning in the staffroom, another teacher who was set to… Continue reading I Did Not Lie