Dad was a firefighter in the RCAF – stationed at St. Hubert. He effectively worked shift work, so he wasn’t around on every second Saturday. When he was off we would load into the station wagon and trek out to the Steinburg’s in Greenfield Park to do the monthly shopping for staples. The alternative free... Continue Reading →
Whether the smell of fresh cool lake water on a hot breeze or sun-warmed pine needles, there is something powerful in my mind that drags me back to another place, another time. Last night Linda and the family were doing a memory-lane visit, on the family chat, to our home on Indian Road in Sudbury;... Continue Reading →
Raising four teenagers in a blended family can be challenging. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, if you lose your sense of humor teens can be impossible to be around. In our kitchen in our waterfront home (well, more like a rambling near-shack) we had a pantry cupboard that I had removed the shelves... Continue Reading →
“Heirs of a cold war That's what we've become Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb Crazy, I just cannot bear I'm living with something' that just isn't fair”[i] I don’t remember a time in my adult life that approaches my childhood feelings of doom and helplessness, at least until now. For those of you who don’t... Continue Reading →
Why is it that large pools of capital can see a good thing and overwhelm it, throttling the nuance that made the good thing good? Linda, Rob and I are in the middle of deciding how we are going to house the “business” for the next couple of years. Our dilemma is finding a way... Continue Reading →
