I woke up at 6:15 am this morning and within 10 minutes I had logged into my computers, checked 3 email accounts, scanned the Blue Jays game writeup on Sportsnet and was halfway through the headlines at CBC.ca. And it got me thinking… In today’s world everything is pushed at
Honouring Memories
The year was 1978, I was stationed next to the Sweetwater Canal in beautiful downtown Ismailia, Egypt and feeling very, very far from home. A lot of things had happened in my family that year I was away, some good things like the birth of my nephews Matt and Kris,
Delicious surrender
Delicious surrenderlike morphine – sweet and softnumb flowing in gentle riversto push away the pain of thoughtlike the ratty Winnie the Poohthey gave you at sixto chase the bogeymanyou held on tighttil Michelle in the ninth gradethrew him from a passing carcartwheeling over the medianinto the oncoming trafficyou laughed and
Whalesong
Mighty songbird of the searolling languid in the wavesone flipper highto serenadefamily deep below. How sad to thinkin our stupiditythe only whalesongour children will hearis on Youtube. ml’25 Yesterday a whale watching tour boat, loaded with camera toting tourists guaranteed a ‘sighting’, rammed a humpback at high speed in the
Leaving Something Behind
We are travellerssome lightwith a backpacksome burdenedwith flashy luggagewas it from Winners?but at every stopalong the waywe leavesomething behinda baseball mitton the bleachersa cellphonetucked in the seatof the departure loungetokens of our beingin that place and timetreasures for othersor cargofor the dumpsterwe forget the tokensat the next turnbut rememberthe smiles
The Final Migration Begins
The love – hate relationship continues with WindBlows11. Background: I like to compile my python apps, lets me add an image to the titlebar and an app icon – the little things that make the apps look just that bit more pro. The problem with WindBlows11 is that it likes

















































