Not That I’m A Lush … Really

Not that I’m a lush, but I’d be a liar if I tried to deny that I like bars. Not just the establishments known as bars, pubs, bistros, or watering holes, but the actual physical bar itself. I find it very relaxing to sit on a comfortable barstool – with back if you please –Continue reading “Not That I’m A Lush … Really”

Road Configurations Then And Now

It’s a popular topic on local radio talk shows, especially as this is an election year in Montreal. Of course, I refer to street configurations. Our current mayor, one Valérie Plante, is at best not a fan of cars. At worst she is downright anti-car. Since her election four years ago she has overseen theContinue reading “Road Configurations Then And Now”

My Mother Knew How To Handle The Spread Of COVID

While there can be no doubt we are all experiencing a pandemic for the first time in our lives, we are also being pushed and pulled by various levels of government. I understand that there is no COVID-19 For Dummies, but can we just try to sing from the same song sheet? With spring breakContinue reading “My Mother Knew How To Handle The Spread Of COVID”

Surviving In A COVID Red Zone: Montreal’s Wheel Club

Regular readers of this blog will be familiar with my fondness for bars. During this time of COVID-19 bars in Montreal are closed. Not open with limited seating and social-distancing. But closed completely. In a business that can be brutally competitive at the best of times, this forced loss of revenue will have dire consequencesContinue reading “Surviving In A COVID Red Zone: Montreal’s Wheel Club”

My Grandfather’s Lexicon

I’ve always liked the word lexicon, defined as the “vocabulary of a language, an individual speaker or group of speakers, or a subject”. I wonder if the words and terms used by denizens of Guadalajara make up a Mexicon? Or if those witty utterances of the wee lucky green people from Ireland constitute a Lexichaun? IfContinue reading “My Grandfather’s Lexicon”

My Father’s Birthday

Today would have been my father’s 98th birthday. He was born on September 21, 1922, but passed away on June 4, 1977, at the too-young age of 54. I was seventeen and had just completed my first year of college. I am far from unique in having lost a parent at an early age, butContinue reading “My Father’s Birthday”

Lyrics and Political Correctness

In our time of political correctness adherents rewriting history by demanding names and statues be altered, can the music industry be far behind? The long history of Rock ‘n’ Roll tells countless tales of teenage angst. But some of those songs may well be inappropriate by today’s standards. Please bear in mind that while writingContinue reading “Lyrics and Political Correctness”

Today I Am My Father’s Age

Originally posted June 2014 Reposting for Father’s Day Today I am the exact age my father was when he passed away. Tomorrow I will be older than my father ever was. Yesterday marked the thirty-seventh anniversary of my father’s passing. He was born on September 21, 1922, and passed away on June 4, 1977, at theContinue reading “Today I Am My Father’s Age”

Quebec Referendum Forty Years Later

Today, May 20, 2020, marks the fortieth anniversary of the first referendum in the Canadian province of Quebec. I recall casting my vote on that day at the school across from our home. It was, much like today, a beautiful sunny spring day. … were those who wanted to begin the process of establishing anContinue reading “Quebec Referendum Forty Years Later”

Happy 100th Anniversary George and Madge

Exactly one-hundred years ago today – it was a Tuesday – December 3, 1918, London was enjoying an unseasonably mild day. With the Armistice having been signed just weeks before, one can easily imagine the sense of relief and happiness that must have pervaded the city after long years of war. Locals could once againContinue reading “Happy 100th Anniversary George and Madge”