I don’t exactly “need my head examined” as my mom used to say in the politically incorrect days of yore, but there’s no question that these times of isolation are starting to get me down.
I expect it’s like that for a lot of us. Surely to God there must
We are much diminished by the passing of Edward Roberts. He’s the smartest man I ever knew. We were not friends in the real sense of the word, but we kept company in some areas quite apart from news.
He actually had worked as summer relief in our newsroom when
I was angry first and then sad. I had my COVID booster shot last week. It was just before those anti-vax protesters, operating out of ignorance rather than malice, shut down a COVID vaccine clinic on Topsail Road.
The clinic was for seniors, like me, over 70. I lined up
At this time of the rolling year some pundits put forward some notions on what the New Year might bring. It’s hope in vain if something is expected from me.
Two years into the COVID-19 pandemic and I swear to God I know less about what is going on then
Taste and smell are very dramatic memory triggers. They can take you back to the past better than any photograph.
A few years ago, I brushed against a fur coat that was hanging in a closet. In an instant I was transported back to my childhood home and the soft
In school at the beginning of the year we got new exercise books. Now we have talked about that before. Renewal, a turning of the page, etc. This was a long time ago. We called the books scribblers.
They were actually called Caribou exercise books. They were made of dirt
Christmas is pretty good you know. It isn’t all celebration. It is deeply religious. It has “Jesus” written all over it in our western world … It really is something beyond “Rocking around the Christmas Tree” or “I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.”
Christmas and its spirit goes beyond too
I was going to write about this a while ago when the Mayor of St. John’s appeared to be telling reporters what they could or could not write about in the ongoing controversy over the Growlers getting a temporary boot out of the newly named Mary Brown’s Centre.
I didn’t
Some years ago there was a woman who stayed on the same hospital ward as my late mother-in-law. This woman was nice enough and she was a regular Herald reader who thought that I somehow lived off-grid somewhere in the interior of the Avalon wilderness area. That is because I
It was dark when I drove down a hill in Topsail one night this summer. The sun was long gone behind Bell Island and it was “the dark of the moon.”
I was getting ready to turn left on to another road and towards home when I saw two vehicles