Sitting down to write about the loss of the Ocean Ranger isn’t easy. So much has been written and written well in what is surely a cautionary tale. As a journalist I was assigned to the Ocean Ranger Inquiry. I listened to the testimony, much of it technical, but even
It is always good to “go home.” It awakens you and reminds you of who you are. I was down for a walk through my old neighbourhood last week.
I walked down through what used to be a warren of little St. John’s streets that led down to New Gower
These are the times that try men’s souls. These are the days where winter sets in with the grip of Grim Death.
The Christmas guests and visitors have all gone and the ornaments put away. The last note from the final playing of The Little Drummer Boy has mercifully faded
The thing about the House of Windsor is that it is a polarizing entity. You either love them or hate them. Now I am a monarchist. I’m not sure why; maybe it is because I just like a good story. Over the years my favourite Royals did seem to have
My snowblower pulls a little to the left this winter. We have had one storm and there is snow in our future.
During the December storm I noticed that my snowblower didn’t stay on a straight track. Every couple of seconds you need to use force to straighten it up.
A long time ago children, including myself, used to write our letters to Santa Claus and then throw them in the fireplace for delivery. When the letters burned they were carried away to Santa at the North Pole. I don’t think children do that anymore.
It is a tradition that
t was the most horrific of wars. In World War I the technology of the 20th century ran headlong into a plan of battle straight from the 12th century. Millions of men on both sides died like dogs for nothing.
Less than two decades after World War I the world
In my world it is never too early to put up the Christmas lights. The 25th of November was my day. It has been a part of Christmas for me for seven decades.
When my brother John and I were growing up Christmas began, not with Advent or by any
St. John’s is not like the rest of the province. You get a different view from here on various issues. We are city boys. The term my grandmother, who was from Bay Bulls, used for people from the capital was “corner boys” or sometimes, less kindly, “dirty auld St. Johns
It hasn’t taken long to reach the finish line in a working life; but what a ride it has been! A lucky man am I to be able to say I worked on the Newfoundland railway passenger service. A young man all spiffed up in black pants, white shirt and