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Blog postIt’s true, I had an interest in speed. To see how fast I could go. I was no daredevil but neither was I a Nervous Nelly or Timid Timmy.
Gavin, my friend that lived on a lot behind our house on Fir, in a house trailer with his single mother, had a bicycle. I thought it would be a fun thing to race his bicycle down the hill beside our house. We could take turns, I would go first, to demonstrate my skill. His mom was over visiting my mom so Gavin and I were just hanging out while they si -
Blog postJohn F. Kennedy Today is the 57th anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. I was in Miss Bilton’s 5th grade class at Connaught School in Calgary when the news came over the PA system that morning. Miss Bilton gave a screech and then wept. I didn’t understand the word ‘assassination’ at the time. I thought perhaps it meant that someone had insulted the American President. As we all know there could have been no greater insult than to take his young life. He was 46 years old.
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Blog postSo that was the nickname I acquired early in my grade eight school year at David Stoddart. It was initially anointed upon me by Jackie Collins, a longer time resident in Clinton. He was known as an excellent hockey player and outstanding athlete but a bully and not very bright. He was one of a number of boys in my grade that seemed to be a year or two older. He pronounced that my arms were too long and made me look like an ape and henceforth I would be known as Ape. I viewed this as derogator
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Blog postBefore moving to our house on Fir Avenue, in Clinton, we were situated in a small two bedroom house on Foster Avenue, in the middle of town. A very small place but it was temporary, until the house on Fir was made ready. I don’t know why it was not already ready when we moved to Clinton in July or August of 1966, but just as well. I met Rocky, who I considered my best friend in Clinton. Bernie Rokstad, named after his father, also Bernie or Bernard, but also known as Rocky. Bernie had eight <
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Blog postMen there are a number of fast and easy ways to double or even triple your productivity
when performing your routine and mundane household tasks. Here they are, try them out
free of charge and pass them on to our fellow man servants.
Laundry – cut your laundry washing tasks in half by simply turning clothing inside out
and re-wearing. Bedding can be reused with a quick flip of the sheet to turn the clean
side upwards. Similarly dish and bath towels can double their ef -
Blog postStep 1
Make sure there’s toilet paper before you sit down.
Step 2
If the roll is empty, carefully squeeze the ends of the plastic tube to release it from its housing. Be careful here—you don’t want the roller to spring on you. Squeeze gently but consistently and angle it out.
Step 3
Set the cardboard tube aside to be recycled.
Step 4
Grab a fresh roll of toilet paper from the spares container beside the toilet or from under the sink. -
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Blog postThere was greyness in your eyes, grey like things that are old, grey like the hair that hung limp and stringy to your shoulders. Grey that prevented the world from touching you, or you from touching it. Scary or maybe sad. Once, in another time, you were a person with people. Now you just keep to yourself with your things close around you on the table. They are like little people, like they are your children, like you don’t own them, just care for them. Possessions that you don’t possess. A <
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Blog postDo not cry ‘hideous’, at my sagging eyes
that expose my genius against all others.
Criticize and doubt, but I tell no lies
as I fawn and preen and eat my brothers.
My orange armor, so beautiful to see,
shields my nervous flesh from words.
I’ll be your flimflam until I flee
to my magic web and mockingbirds.
No need to wonder or ask me why
I am so pleased I’m not a fly.
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Blog postI speak
but there is no sound.
You cannot see me on the page.
We are lost as if we had never been here,
as if we never knew one another.
I see
but there is only blurred illusion
from that other place,
where the other life, so real,
exists and then is gone.
I was there.
I am here.
I rage
against the unfairness of this existence,
against the conscious knowledge
that I was here
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