The Great Hall of Justice | JIM FURLONG
Our grade one class from my first school had lunch last week. It sounds strange but it is so. It isn’t a once in a lifetime thing. The students who started school together on a day more than seventy years ago still break bread together. We do it every
Down to the Landwash | JIM FURLONG
I was down to Witless Bay and Bay Bulls this week for a look around. My family used to spend summers in Bay Bulls. We rented a house from Con Aspell one summer and from the Lynches down on the north side for another summer. We also stayed one
Glory Days: Adventures on the Dial | JIM FURLONG
People who know me from my long and happy life at NTV and broadcast news might think I’ve spent my whole media life in television. Not so. Television has certainly been a great ride but my start in broadcast media actually was in radio.
My first
Final Victory | JIM FURLONG
I quit smoking. I can’t believe that I actually did it, but I did and if I can quit smoking then anyone on this planet can. I wasn’t just a smoker, I was a champion smoker. I was a smoker of “Olympian” proportions. Rothman’s King Size made my entire
More Seal Confessions | JIM FURLONG
This is the column that I thought might finally get me run out of town. I survived the one in the old, printed Herald about calling singer Burl Ives the fat dead guy and the one about death being a great career move for Elvis, but this is the
The Art of Belonging | JIM FURLONG
It is an odd concept “to belong” to something but it is an important one. I am convinced it is a real part of what it is to be human. Most people, but not all, need to belong. A few years ago, I received an email inviting me to
It is easy for me! | JIM FURLONG
The world is anxious these days over the price of gasoline. What else is new? It has thus been ever so. The world has for some time now been shaped by the price of a barrel of oil. Write all you want about wind power and solar power and
Let There Be Light | JIM FURLONG
Our clocks moved forward last week. It is a rite of Spring and is always a mini trauma in our households. If your place is like ours the formality of moving the hands of the clocks forward, or backward, actually comes in dribs and drabs. It takes a day
Into the arms of the Health Sciences place again | JIM FURLONG
Here I am back now from another trip to the hospital. I have had worse days. The older I get the more time I spend there. That isn’t an amazing fact because I am pushing 80. I have told you before that those who say “age is only a








