Small World; Small Bookshop

To say I am a creature of habit would, at least when it comes to places of residence, be an understatement. My wife and I moved into our current apartment almost 18-years ago. Prior to that I had lived in another unit in this building for 18-years. To further illustrate my home-body trait, the buildingContinue reading “Small World; Small Bookshop”

Emergency Gathering In My Hometown

My hometown, in which I have resided all of my nearly 62 years, thinks of everything. Today as I strolled home from the supermarket I noticed a sign in the park. I was momentarily taken aback. The sign indicated an ’emergency gathering point’. During this pandemic we have all been spending way too much timeContinue reading “Emergency Gathering In My Hometown”

That Law’s Not For Me

It snowed last night. The first accumulation of snow, not just a few scattered flakes, but not a storm either. Just a nice, if sloppy, welcome back to winter. The temperature has now gone up above freezing, and it is very slushy. But in the wee hours of the morning the snow fell and stayed,Continue reading “That Law’s Not For Me”

Garbage: Public And Private

The city in which I have lived all of my nearly sixty-one years decided to undertake a war on garbage. A very noble cause indeed. But I must admit there is also a bit of confusion in the signs that have been posted on many if not all trash cans. The sign on the leftContinue reading “Garbage: Public And Private”

Heatwaves, Bumble Bees, And AC

As the current heatwave continues to grip Montreal, people are slowly emerging from COVID-19 confinement. Parks are once again focal points for gatherings – under proper distancing rules. Sensibly, the municipal authorities have opted to look the other way and not enforce drinking in public laws. Last weekend while sitting in a local park underContinue reading “Heatwaves, Bumble Bees, And AC”

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”

Shock Advertising And Cyclists In The 1940s

The photograph above was taken in 1941. The location is just up the street from where I live. At first glance it looks pretty sinister: a Nazi plane has apparently just crashed nose-first into a public park. In the tree is a parachute, evidently, the pilot was able to eject and his whereabouts are notContinue reading “Shock Advertising And Cyclists In The 1940s”

A Canadian Leprechroon and Irish Superstitions

My maternal great grandparents were both born in Dublin. As was the case with many Irish at the time, not long after they married in the 1880s they emigrated to England. But of course, the bloodline remains. I’ve come to the conclusion that this makes me a Leprechroon. Yep, not an octoroon, nor a quadroon,Continue reading “A Canadian Leprechroon and Irish Superstitions”

Snow Clearing Etiquette

Welcome to 2020! Yesterday in Montreal it snowed. Normally that would not be worth mentioning given it’s December in Canada. But in our global warming current world Montreal has seen less snow over the years. Perhaps it’s the reduced amount of snow that affected the snow removal contractor who cleared the wet white stuff fromContinue reading “Snow Clearing Etiquette”

DCMontreal in Print: Please Restore August’s Summer Status

Here’s a link to my Comment piece from the Montreal Gazette. DCMontreal – Deegan Charles Stubbs – is a Montreal writer born and raised who likes to establish balance and juxtapositions; a bit of this and a bit of that, a dash of Yin and a soupçon of Yang, some Peaks and an occasional FreanContinue reading “DCMontreal in Print: Please Restore August’s Summer Status”