Monthly Archives: February 2014

My Russia

Of course it’s not really my Russia. I’m not pretending I’m Putin or Josef Stalin or Ivan the Terrible, although I have been accused of having delusions of grandeur; I won’t tell you by whom. My wife and I took … Continue reading

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Small Town

I live in the urban enclave of the Glebe, which means (some) neighbours go out of their way not to say hello. It’s just the nature of the beast, as my late uncle liked to say to describe people. But … Continue reading

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Opening Night

October 1 was the opening night, or Opening Night, depending on your level of passion as a hockey fan. I was pumped as only a die-hard Habs fan can be (how can you not have Jean Beliveau as your all-time … Continue reading

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Neighbourhood Crap

My daughter Rachelle’s hockey team had a potluck party Saturday night. Afterwards, with the parents sitting around enjoying a liquid libation, the subject of dog crap came up. Contrary to what you may be thinking, it wasn’t me who started … Continue reading

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