It was sometime in the summer of 1965. I don’t precisely know the date or even the month. Let’s just say it was high tomato season. I was five years old. Perhaps predictably, my identical …more
Around the same time our family moved to Leaside back in 1965 or so, my grandfather built our family cottage on Twelve Mile Bay, which flowed directly into Georgian Bay. We knew how lucky we …more
Earlier this week, our weekly ball hockey game, normally played on the outdoor pad at Withrow Park in Riverdale, was moved indoors due to rain. This happens now and then. Frankly, it happens more frequently …more
After a two-year pandemic pause, we finally rekindled our annual golf pilgrimage to Florida in early April. Yes, we made it. And I promised, or at least threatened, to report back upon our return. I …more
I have such fond childhood memories of time spent with family and friends at Wilket Creek Park and Serena Gundy Park, not to mention Sunnybrook Park and Ernest Thompson Seton Park. All four parks linked …more
By the time you read this humble offering, I’ll be out of the country for the first time in, well, in a long, long time. My destination is not too exotic, though compared to where …more
Thirty-nine years. That’s how long I’ve been getting up in the morning, working a full-time job, and coming home again. Thirty-nine years. I know what you’re thinking. When you gaze at my photo that usually …more
After nearly 60 columns in this august periodical, I’ve started to lose track of what I’ve written about. I come up with a topic and then have to scan the pieces I’ve already written to …more
At this time of year, the melancholy part of my mind always turns to the great Canadian writer Paul Quarrington, who died too soon, 11 years ago this month. About 18 years before I began …more
Welcome to Corona Christmas 2.0. If you’d asked me a year ago whether our world would have returned to some semblance of normal for Christmas 2021, I would have said “yes.” I mean, who among …more
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