Monthly Archives: August 2019

Now gone since 2017, Greenfield Books was a charming bookstore in an old house on 217 Academy Rd. It was easy to miss unless you had the address with a somewhat subtle sign beckoning a passerby to a side door … Continue reading →

When I started teaching in 1972, smoking was allowed and pretty much expected in staff rooms. Teachers smoked before classes, between classes, at noon, and after school. Non-smokers were regularly exposed to second-hand smoke if they were coffee drinkers, ate … Continue reading →

than the garden-patio out behind the Macdonald Hotel overlooking the river valley. One can still have a nice lunch in the olde Confederation Lounge for the last time this summer or in the Harvest Room or on the covered patio … Continue reading →

Will take some pix and walk about the garden outside as usual. Beginning Jan., updated, the hotel modernizes the classic lounge with a ubiquitous ‘contemporary’ lounge sans soul, character, and history. End of an era forever.

The perfect 125 min. comprehensive companion to the complete Prestige and Columbia recordings. This video was a labor of love by Mike Dibb who interviewed Miles, many musicians who played with him, family and friends. Some of the players interviewed … Continue reading →

And I remember running as fast as I could up the long hill leaving the others far behind. Away, away, said a voice. The wide blue sky is this way and you have wings to fly you can feel in … Continue reading →

(sorta like Vancouver with steady showers and fog) Edmonton is still waiting for summer. No two days w/o rain. Very West Coast out there again this morning. 97% humidity! Like a tropical greenhouse outside. Sun supposedly coming out today to … Continue reading →

1. This morning, the experienced traffic tv newscaster said “expecially”, catching me off-guard. I didn’t know she had it in her. 2. Setting off a memory of an English teachers’ conference at a round-table meal during which a newbie said … Continue reading →

Last ever garage sale yesterday. Then over to sit the two amazing grandsons. The old favourites still work like hunkering down together in a Richard Scarry classic, A Day at the Airport. They enjoy all the sub-stories and crazy goings-on. … Continue reading →

is as a fading coal.” –P.B. Shelley