Monthly Archives: November 2013

Teacher, Teacher

What makes a good teacher ? Like art and pornography, you know it when you see it. Opinions can vary, and I’ve had school administrators who wouldn’t recognize a good teacher if they bumped into Socrates in the Athenian marketplace, … Continue reading

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Crying Uncle

“Do you even know what you’re talking about, Daddy?” Yes, of course….well, maybe sometimes…. ummm, well…. That was my daughter Rachelle’s pointed question after I was giving my opinion about modern music, or what people spend their time watching on … Continue reading

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J.F.K.

It’s said that everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news that J.F.K. was shot. I do. I was seven years old, it was a dreary November day in Montreal, and I just wanted my mother to get … Continue reading

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Remembrances

I’m not alone in noting that Canadian war veterans  were never enthusiastic about recounting their experiences. That goes for veterans of both world wars, and there were even a good number of Great War survivors still around while I was growing up. Post … Continue reading

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Road Trip

As a former teacher and a current father and husband, I know that anything I say is neither listened to nor taken seriously. And there’s a certain freedom in that. Like heading out to Montreal for a weekend road trip … Continue reading

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Hamee the Hamster

I buried Hamee the Hamster today. You may wonder about the spelling; my daughter Rachelle was only eight years old at the time we acquired the little rodent and spelling wasn’t exactly her trump card. She still has his name written … Continue reading

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