Big movie musicals aren’t what they used to be. I have fond memories though of some of them from the past. I always loved South Pacific and The Sound of Music and even Oklahoma. A musical I really took to was The Music Man with Robert Preston and specifically
It was circumstance that brought the stars into that configuration and alignment that night. It was a May evening, six or seven years ago, when because of circumstances, my scattered family came to one place and time together.
The wife of one of my three sons
It is funny how emotion sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I think of myself as hard as nails in matters of news and information because I have spent so many years in that world and
I understand the necessity of keeping emotions
There was no Sunday Mass to attend this month. There hasn’t been Mass for many months now. It is a sign of the troubled times. I miss that. Church in all its forms and with its many faults still provides structure and an opportunity for reflection. It is good
The words are those of William Shakespeare from the play Julius Caesar and they reference a critical moment when action to change things in our world is possible and will be rewarded.
So it was that a couple of weeks ago here in Newfoundland government decided
It was the purchase of a used pickup truck that took me into the shadows of the new reality that grips us in the 21st century. The truck was a beater, as the expression goes. That expression covers a vehicle which is far from new but is something that
The Atlantic may be quiet in Lark Harbour today. The sun may be shining and the waters calm, but people will never look at the ocean in the same way again. A terrible accident killed two men when they were thrown into the water when their open boat overturned.
The total eclipse of the sun disappointed nobody. I watched it all mostly on television as it swept across North America. It was wonderful. People stood in awe across the continent. It was a moment that in many ways was surprising in that it was something that produced a
They are the ghosts of another generation. I hear the sounds of their play sometimes. It is the sound of skates on new ice and the sound of pucks rattling off wooden boards in old rinks. These are the sounds hockey players now gone to dust who were hired
For the third time in the last six weeks, I put pen to paper to mark the passing of someone. I asked of wife Judy, who is my editor-in-chief, why this was happening, and I was writing so often of death. She said there was a simple explanation. I