Some say that extroverts rule the world. I’m not sure that’s true, but they certainly garner most of the attention. Not long ago I was in to donate blood. The nurse looking after me was new; at least, I hadn’t seen her before. I’m not sure how we got on the conversation but it had… Continue reading Global Response
Mike, Dan and I were classmates at UNB when we were doing our science degrees. Mike and Dan were roommates in residence. Mike had goldfish. I forget the circumstances (appendicitis perhaps?) but Mike had to be hospitalized for several days. Dan agreed to look after his fish. A group of fellows in the residence came… Continue reading A Fish Tale
Many years ago, when my eldest nephew was attending university as an engineering student, he called his father: “Dad, be sure to watch the 6 o’clock news. There’s will be a segment filmed here at the university. An opportunity presented itself and I seized the moment.” I forget what the controversy was, but I think… Continue reading Rock, Paper, Scissors
… 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
… continued from last post Mark is a former student. I also coached him in high school rugby; in fact, he was riding shotgun (front passenger seat) in my blog post of November 13, 2015. After graduation he enrolled in engineering and started playing rugby on my adult team. Mark is also an only child.… Continue reading Why We Do Things – PART II
My university rugby coach was the head of the English Department. He was a published author and wrote poetry. My favourite expression of his was, Charge forth with reckless abandon. He often used words we didn’t understand but we always knew his meaning. One spring, we were getting ready for the club’s annual tour to… Continue reading Under Pressure
I have degrees from two universities. Because I wait until fall to make my annual donations, I am guaranteed to receive reminder phone calls. The calls usually come in November. On this particular evening I was home alone. I wasn’t busy. The phone rang. “Hello.” “Hello. I’m calling for Gary.” “This is he.” “Hello Gary.… Continue reading Voice From the Past?