My grandson Ryan is twenty, tall and lanky, charming and mop-haired and dark-eyed and looking remarkably like my brother Arthur, who died ...

My kind of town my hometown was My kind of town a church made of bricks and boards bannister slivers and varnish old hallway, st...

Blogging is an organic process, like all serious writing. (Serious! As 3/4 of this blog is satire, how can I say that? But satire is pe...

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We lived at 20 Victoria Avenue, Chatham, Ontario, Canada. Such a long handle, and a strange place. I just had the urge to dig out some ...

There's something fascinating about worsts, especially when they think they're pretty good, or at least passable. God knows how...