A 36,000’ Perspective

A 36,000’ Perspective

Two weeks ago, before tearing ourselves away from the warm embrace of precious fellowship with saintly friends in Topeka, Kansas, we sat down to our final, sublimely decadent, homemade breakfast: bacon and pannenkoeken (topped with blueberries, strawberry preserves...
Thanks for the Memories!

Thanks for the Memories!

Yesterday morning at the gym, while doing some warm-up stretches, I was the casual observer of three young 30-something guys setting up their morning workout circuit – 4 rounds of: 45 seconds of jump rope, 45 seconds of planks, 45 seconds of jump-squats and 45 seconds...
You say rutabaga, I say turnip

You say rutabaga, I say turnip

Silken melancholy, pathos saturated and sung by an inimitable singer, these words: Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can dream of the old days life was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was let the memory live again. I confess. I’m a...
Free refills

Free refills

Picture this with me: winter in Canada, a Friday afternoon at 5 o’clock, quitting time at the office building where I was working. It had snowed all day (what else is new?). It was still flurrying a bit with a bitter wind contributing to the thrill of the adventure...