Over the years, and there are many of them, a lot of people have given me great advice. Most of it is junk and gets crumpled up and goes in the wastebasket. On the other side of that ledger though there are gems of wisdom that have served me
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
I remembered her birthday again this year. I always do. I did not wish my Aunt Madge well on her special day because she is dead. In fact, if she were alive, she would have been around 120 years old so condolences or Facebook comments like “so sorry for
The first time I really encountered The Ode was in covering Rotary Club meetings for radio back in the 1970s. The meeting concluded each week with the members standing and singing the last verse. That’s the verse that starts with: “As loved our fathers so we love. Where once