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
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
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?
I’ve known Miles for 30 years. Earlier in my career I taught his children. He’s 67. Miles had a parcel of land for sale. My son was interested in looking at it and he invited me along. When we arrived Miles met us and we shook hands. Although I have know him for over half… Continue reading How’s Retirement?
My father was diagnosed with Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. It is a Parkinson’s related disease that results from damage to nerve cells in the brain. It affects movement, control of walking, speech, swallowing, etc. It was tough for us to see his decline. It was particularly tough on him as his mind was good right up… Continue reading Loud and Clear
If You Really ……… Part 1 Early in my career I took an interest in improving my communication skills and in the study of body language. I read a great deal and learned a lot. Here is a strategy I picked up from the book, The Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defence by S. Elgin. I… Continue reading If You Really ……….. Part 1
A Shirt by any Other Name My brother Ron first introduced me to curling. I was 14 at the time. I was in my late 30’s before I started taking it seriously. When I was 43 my rugby team made it to the Maritime Championship which was played on the first Saturday in November. The… Continue reading A Shirt by any Other Name