A few years ago, I wrote about the wonderful smells that were very much part of a St. John’s summer. For reasons I don’t quite understand it is the months of summer that are the great memory triggers rather than those of the grim winter. Where I grew up,

I passed through the main courtyard of the Basilica of St. John the Baptist on a sunny Sunday morning a few weeks ago. People were coming in for the 11 a.m. mass.

I wasn’t going to Mass. I had been the previous day up in Conception

I was up the lane to the old Bay Bulls Cemetery a couple of weeks ago. It was raining and nearly dark. That was an odd place to go but Bay Bulls is where my family spent several summers. We rented from three different families over the years –

It has come and gone again. It was July 1 and we celebrate and mourn on the same day. It is Canada Day.

I fly my Maple Leaf flag. The family comes around and we barbecue and celebrate. It is Canada’s birthday. I have visited a lot

It was a terrible and tragic end to the search for the crew of the missing submersible.

The Titan imploded on an ill-fated voyage to the Titanic. Search vessels combed the Atlantic at the Titanic wreck site looking for answers to questions we now know may

The title of this piece is a well-known line  from Stanley Kubrick’s iconic movie 2001: A Space Odyssey.  You know it. It was my first encounter with artificial intelligence (AI), at least as an evil character. The computer saying the line in the movie was HAL. The movie was

I watched with great interest, and some glee, when former U.S. President Donald Trump was charged with a serious crime in court. For the first time I got the feeling that the game was finally over for the disgraced and horrible Trump. Despite the bombast and buffoonery, I came