February 2022

reality, Toronto, unicorns

Oceans of Snow

The Winter of 2022 might just go down as the Winter from Hell. Well maybe I shouldn’t say Hell, because it’s warm there (or so I am told, I’ve never actually been) and should, as a result, melt everything. This Winter is definitely right up there with the Winter of 1970-71 where I distinctly remember […]

reality, Toronto, unicorns

Oceans of Snow

The Winter of 2022 might just go down as the Winter from Hell. Well maybe I shouldn’t say Hell, because it’s warm there (or so I am told, I’ve never actually been) and should, as a result, melt everything. This Winter is definitely right up there with the Winter of 1970-71 where I distinctly remember

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Everything NOT in its place…..

 It used to be that you could go into a store and buy what you needed. You could go back to that store and buy the same thing again or its add-ons, as needed. Not anymore! Here’s my story. I’m reorganizing the house. I do it every few years. It clears out the cobwebs and

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Everything NOT in its place…..

 It used to be that you could go into a store and buy what you needed. You could go back to that store and buy the same thing again or its add-ons, as needed. Not anymore! Here’s my story. I’m reorganizing the house. I do it every few years. It clears out the cobwebs and

reality

On a Dark Art….

My apologies to anyone who has had a family member, close friend, anyone, die by suicide. I have had two encounters, so I have experienced, though never understood, the reality. Anyway, I am one of those people who survive through dark humour. It may be my Irish legacy; it may be just an aberrant characteristic.

reality

On a Dark Art….

My apologies to anyone who has had a family member, close friend, anyone, die by suicide. I have had two encounters, so I have experienced, though never understood, the reality. Anyway, I am one of those people who survive through dark humour. It may be my Irish legacy; it may be just an aberrant characteristic.

music, words

Praise the chord…….

 If anything is going to save us from destruction, from total annihilation, or maybe just from ourselves, it won’t be religion, it won’t, for heavens sakes, be war. No, it will be neither of these. It will be music. “Praise the chord and hold the ammunition.” There have been innumerable studies done lately on the

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