Monthly Archives: July 2018

Wow! Our Sikh neighbor called to me over the fence to offer a taste of his country at noon. He’s hosting his annual weekend party complete with large tents in his front and back yards. All weekend people will be … Continue reading →

Incoming personal mail today–a signed CD from the Jazz Legend saxophonist Vincent Herring, who did a wonderful recent concert here at the celebrated Yardbird Suite. Good news from Bayonne, New Jersey. And a Great Gift of Self and Music.

In Edmonton today, risk of tornados. Saturday-Sunday 60% chance of rain.

And so I was driving home, coming first into the area I live in. All about me were construction machines and buildings levelled everywhere. My eyes could see for miles the rubble and dusty flatness of bombed-out places and wartime-styled … Continue reading →

Last night I briefly awoke and turned on the light. Pop! It went out immediately and will never come on again, leaving me in the dark. It’s like that way with us personally and healthwise in many ways. One morning … Continue reading →

Barack Obama’s at the current Nelson Mandela memorial gathering.

A classic film which seems more over the top than ever. Only not-so-bright romantics could love this one today. A reasonable pared-down script from the original novel eliminates unnecessary layers of generations. Everybody looks right for their roles, but the … Continue reading →

Last year there were more than 40 calls for help for kids trapped in overheated cars left by terribly negiigent parents. And over 120 calls about animals in distress left in hot cars by negligent owners. Evidence again that there … Continue reading →

Yesterday Putin wickedly gave Trump a World Cup soccer ball as a gift. This, of course, echoes the scene in Shakespeare’s play Henry V when the young king is insultingly sends tennis balls in response to a serious matter. Yesterday, … Continue reading →

  (JT’s best live work on VHS: left: James Taylor In Concert, SMV Enterprises; right: Squibnocket–CMV) During one Strathcona High school-day lunch-hour, five teachers lost in an hour of JT’s live Boston concert which I’d just recorded. Sitting in front … Continue reading →