Talking about something is how we got together; it’s no mystery, it’s what we love to do. The best moments are the ones where we lose ourselves to the time, to the ebb and flow of the words, to the ideas, to the passionWhen we share our hopes, our dreams, our wants, our desiresWhen weContinue reading “Something to talk about”
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No Dolus
Many years ago, as part of an unnamed institution, involving an anonymous colleague, for an unidentified student, I helped execute a deceit which helped that person achieve his educational goals in spite of seemingly arbitrary rules. No need to implicate anyone but myself, so the details will be vague. In brief, the student was participatingContinue reading “No Dolus”
Across the Universe
Ler Devagar is ranked number three in the list of the 5 best bookstores in the city according to The Hidden Secrets of Lisbon. The store has set up shop in the ” hipster-chic LX Factory project, occupying a former warehouse lined with bookshelves”. For those from Toronto, picture the Distillery District; or think ofContinue reading “Across the Universe”
Going Home
Centrale Begraafplaats West, Hoflan 150, Tilburg. Section 16,Grave number 10402483. Father Kees de Cock was buried there January 8, 1981. You will not find a stone; it was removed in 2002. If you visit the website and type his name in the search field, no results will appear. I wrote to an address listed inContinue reading “Going Home”
Beatitudes
10:55 am. Time to lock up and head over to the chapel, a quick jaunt across the small parking lot between the archives and the Herbert House residence. I am back in Freshfield, England almost two years to the day, combing through the files of the Mill Hill Missionary Society which may hold more informationContinue reading “Beatitudes”
Scrabble
I expect when Mom and Dad immigrated to Canada in 1958, their grasp of English would have been quite limited. Sure, they had learned some very elementary words years earlier in grade school, mandatory language lessons along with German and French. They may have even picked up a few classes in preparation for their flightContinue reading “Scrabble”
Imprints
The Ones Beatles show began with three questions for the Roy Thomson audience: Where were you when John F. Kennedy was shot?Where were you when man first landed on the moon?Where were you when the Beatles played the Ed Sullivan show for the first time? November 22, 1963. I have no clue, the tragedy notContinue reading “Imprints”
Good work if you can get it
“I am going to work. Some of us have a job, you know!” I suppose that is an excuse to rush into a left-hand turn while someone is crossing the road on a green. I had just stepped into the intersection as the walk signal began its countdown. He saw us. How could he not;Continue reading “Good work if you can get it”
A life of books…and books…and more books
The recent passing away of Alice Munro and the subsequent scandal reminded me of a story. I was Chair of General Education, a department responsible for teaching English and Liberal Studies to students in all programs. The diploma requirements for graduation included completion of at least one literature course, a bone of contention for many, andContinue reading “A life of books…and books…and more books”
Private Eyes
The curtain pulls aside. The priest opens the Royal Doors of the iconostas, looks out into the nave then turns around to the sanctuary as the congregation stands, the choir singing. Mass has begun. We have been attending this Ukrainian church since last fall, Olga reconnecting to her roots. I don’t understand a word, saveContinue reading “Private Eyes”
