This seems to be the year for the phrase “at the end of the day”, meaning, “no matter what you think or say, this is the way it’s shaking down.” The other day I found myself saying it. I didn’t even really notice the phrase… Read More
Yesterday late afternoon, the last front yard tree was taken down across the street at number 6. It looks from here like he’s left one poplar tree in the back. All of Alma’s extensive shrubbery has been run through a chipper and is gone. This… Read More
I bought a copy of Knucklehead by Matt Lennox one evening when we were going to a show at Massey Hall. We wound up downtown earlier than expected and decided to kill some time browsing in the bookstore in the Eaton Centre. I came across… Read More
It is one thing to contemplate proposed changes in our community, to argue, to organize, to attend hearings, to raise concerns, to write to the Committee of Adjustment, to write to Urban Forestry, to write to our City Councillor; it is quite another to see… Read More
I made this image quite some time ago, messing around with a painting program (I forget which one) on an ipad. It features my pal Memphis.
No Joy in Mudville today, as our beloved Jays were beaten by Kansas City last night. I guess it’s time to quietly slip off the bandwagon and go about my business. I’m no big sports fan. I might tune in to watch some playoff hockey,… Read More
Tonight, “Uncle Pat” Yerex visited, and brought along his gut-bucket bass. Since we both live near Lake Ontario, I dubbed us The Lakeshore Ramblers. Here is a video clip of us playing Cold Frosty Morning. Unfortunately the entire orchestra was not available for tonight’s jam… Read More
“Uncle Pat” Yerex shows Tuffy P how to play the gut-bucket bass.
Go Jays!
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