Over the years, I have at times resorted to writing my thoughts down. Sometimes in the form of essays of experiences I have had, more often than not in the form of (I think not terribly good) poems. Usually they are generated to help cope with the crushing weight of dealing with my life alone as a paraplegic.
It’s my brother Al’s birthday today and if he were still with us, he would be making that annual phone call reminding me that on this date we are the same age and my status as “big brother” was null and void…for three weeks until my birthday rolls around. Irish twins some call it, being born less than 11 months apart. Here’s a true story of a day in our life.
I was listening to an internet radio station yesterday, tuned in to a modern/alternative rock channel when a song caught my attention. The song itself didn’t impress me all that much but the title got me thinking, yes it was “1985”. So, I went to Youtube and searched for that song and found an entirely different tune by a different band with (more or less) the same song title. Continue reading “Memories of 1985”
Trump, Canadians and the Politics of Fear
Some thoughts from a white, straight middle class Canadian male raised in a Christian world surrounded and influenced by hard working men and women that asked for little from any government. Continue reading “Donald Trump, Canada & the politics of fear”
I was a sailor once- Author unknown
I liked standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four quarters of the globe. I liked the sounds of the Navy – the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship’s bell on the quarterdeck, harsh, and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work. Continue reading “I Was a Sailor Once”
I was listening to an internet radio station yesterday, tuned in to a modern/alternative rock channel when a song caught my attention. The song itself didn’t impress me all that much but the title got me thinking, yes it was “1985”. So, I went to Youtube and searched for that song and found an entirely different tune by a different band with (more or less) the same song title.
March 2, 2010 ·
The Life I Thought I Lead
A brief meandering, a trip that starts in the present but heads both to the past and future of a life that is nothing I thought it would be.
Snow machines & rye
Finally, enough snow and they had the same days off. Not too cold, although he really had a hard time calling even the coldest of days in Nova Scotia all that cold. Comes from growing up in Saskatchewan he thought. It can get miserable here with the cold wet winds but cold? Not really. Besides, he was dressed for it and rarin’ to go. A brand new pair of cold weather boots that were giving him fits, he gave up trying to get his feet into them at home. He was running late anyway. Continue reading “Snowmobile Adventure”
The quiet of the city
In the quiet of the night, the only sound is the cars passing by tires hissing on wet pavement. With the idiot box muted it is somewhat odd how quiet the city can be. No voices breaking the still of the coming darkness, too wet and unpleasant for foot traffic and even if there was it is not the kind of weather one chats in. You put your head down and get to where you are going without much chit chat. Continue reading “Quiet Night in Rehab”
May 2, 2010 ·
Christ it was hot. Then again it was supposed to be hot. What did he expect? Sitting motionless in his wheelchair at the edge of the ocean in Mexico, it was SUPPOSED to be hot. What was really on his mind was what the hell was he doing in this particular place at this particular point in time. Was he really going to do this? Sometimes he thought his sense of adventure far outstripped his sense of reality. Para-sailing? Sweet sufferin’ Christ on a crutch what had he gotten himself into this time? he thought with a smile that no one else could see. Continue reading “Flying”