I Remember Harold. Who Wouldn’t?
Isn’t it odd we remember some of the kids but not all? I can still picture a boy in Grade 5 named Harold.
Read moreIsn’t it odd we remember some of the kids but not all? I can still picture a boy in Grade 5 named Harold.
Read moreThere is an odd-looking device in there I thought might be some sort of bust-line enhancing device. It is made of rubber and cone shaped…
Read morePerhaps the greatest mystery of our time is why a man with the massive intellect of Albert Einstein couldn’t find someone who could give him a half-decent haircut.
Read moreI am by nature, a kind man.
Read moreJust one more word and we can move on – well maybe three.
Read moreSome people, not me of course, but some people have a pretty odd sense of humour.
Read moreI once wrote a column about the dangers of teaching a dog or cat to speak. Not a good idea folks!
Read moreThere is a simple explanation. Something strange, and potentially powerful, is taking place deep within the planet.
Read moreAt that particular special moment I was in the middle of three lanes of bumper to bumper traffic on the 400 going by Barrie in the pouring rain.
Read moreThere is a danger in looking up the family tree, you never know who or even what you will find.
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