Monthly Archives: January 2020

Human error. Human distress. Human emergency. As long as there are people and you live in a city, there will be sirens. 24/7.

poem of all is Robert Service’s “The Cremation of Sam McGee”. (illustration by Frank Newfeld of Alligator Pie fame) (I had the good fortune to have Frank as my illustrator in my first school textbook, 1980) 

Edmonton (So much for winter tires.)

“An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.” –Bonnie Friedman

“One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.” –Bertrand Russell

“Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent, about things that matter.”

“Don’t marry the person you think you can live with; marry only the individual you think you can’t live without.” –Dr. James C. Dobson

Auditioning for the Barenaked Ladies. They decided to add me as their fifth man. They appreciated my rhythm guitar playing and lead singing. (They even had me singing Page’s “It’s All Been Done”. ) But they were also looking ahead … Continue reading →

remains vital in this or any other winter of our discontent. I heartily recommend Navel oranges and the surprisingly sweet Opal apples out right now.

for the consumable edibles, conveniently made for high school kids who want to get high without the tell-tale smoke and more obvious smell. His latest brainless contribution to Canadian health and education. His only legislative legacy.