Hidden Pleasures

Not long ago I was chatting with a carpenter who specialized in renovations. I asked if he had any funny or interesting stories to tell. He thought for a few moments. “You’d be surprised how often I find porn magazines tucked up between floor joists in unfinished basements.” I told this story to a friend… Continue reading Hidden Pleasures

Why We Do Things – PART III

… continued from last week Of course, Mark did not tell them I suggested he quit. I merely encouraged him to evaluate the reasons he was in university, and that enabled him to see things more clearly. All of us need to do that, and we need to encourage those around us to do the… Continue reading Why We Do Things – PART III

Freezer Dough

I was chatting with an appliance repairman. I asked if he had any interesting stories to tell. He told me that one day he arrived at work to find that someone, during the night, offloaded a freezer in front of his shop. It was so close to the building that he had to move it… Continue reading Freezer Dough

Tattoos

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

To Crack a Smile

To Crack a Smile Jack was in grade seven when I first arrived at M.C.S. He was a very pleasant and cooperative student. He always impressed me as being more mature than his classmates. We chatted often. He wasn’t the most articulate of students and often fumbled a bit when trying to express himself. I… Continue reading To Crack a Smile

Bob’s Your Uncle

Bob’s Your Uncle I have one of those surnames that is seldom mispronounced but ofter misspelled. It’s not a big deal but when picking up packages or checking reservations I often find myself saying, “That’s Caines with a C.” I have had messages addressed: Cain, Canes, Caine, Cains, Kane, Kanes. Again, it’s not a big… Continue reading Bob’s Your Uncle

My Happy Place

My Happy Place Macdonald Consolidated school has an elevator. When I first became principal I avoided it. It didn’t save a lot of time and, of course, it was healthier to take the stairs. It was also important for the principal to be seen throughout the building. On this one particular day, I was having… Continue reading My Happy Place