The 13th installment in my series of short-short stories, The Lazy Allen Stories, is now up on my stories page. It’s called The Fall. I encourage you to take a few minutes and check it out. All the stories are listed in the menu at… Read More
Yesterday was our 15th Anniversary. Time for some family selfies. Tuffy P dug out her wedding dress and slipped in on over her plaid shirt. Perfect for a rainy evening. In this photo, Georgie gets whacked by Jacques…. ….and here The Partners are the stars… Read More
Everybody who fly-fished the river knew him. His old pick-up with camper would be parked at the side of the road and John would be inside waiting for the evening hatch. He was always happy to have a visitor, to chat for a while before… Read More
I came to read this book through an unlikely coincidence. I was walking to a restaurant to meet up with some folks I worked with before my retirement from the workaday world. I was a little early, and along my walk came across a “fiercely… Read More
How many bullets do you need to make a good David and Goliath flick? If the evil guy who is oppressing the poor but unskilled villagers is really, really, supremely nasty, you need truckloads of bullets. Explosives too. I’m talking about the current remake of… Read More
This morning we attended funeral service for Nick Badyk. When we moved to Twenty Seventh Street, Nick was our neighbour to the south. You might call him an elder in the Long Branch community – he lived in that modest bungalow for 70 years. He… Read More
Back in the day there was always John Bentley Mays reviewing art in the Globe. I read his reviews regularly – it seems to me I disagreed with him on a regular basis – but I have to hand it to the guy, he was… Read More
Tuffy P and I loaded up the Newfs and drove up to a forest we know, not too far north of the City. My brother the trout, Salvelinas fontinalis, introduced us to this place, and it’s turned out to be a reliable spot to look… Read More
The doorbell rang and I headed to the front door to answer it with the dogs at my heels. We weren’t expecting anyone. It might have been the folks from the local Kingdom Hall again, or perhaps the fellow who goes door to door aerating… Read More
Home-made mac & cheese might be the ultimate comfort food. I spice mine up a little with smoked papikra and hot mustard powder, and make a little crunchy topping with panko bread crumbs, butter and some good Parmesan cheese roughly grated. It’s easy to make.… Read More
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