That’s Stan Repar on gut-bucket bass, me on banjo, Claude Breeze telling stories and in the foreground, the hands belong to Ardis Breeze.
Spotted in the Toronto Star this morning by Tuffy P, who sees everything: Happy birthday Mister Dickens.
I got a robo-call today from Doug Ford, brother to the late infamous Rob, former mayor of this great city. Doug wants to be the leader of the Progressive Conservative Party of Ontario and ultimately the Premier of the Province. He wants it really badly. … Read More
Yesterday Tuffy P told me, I washed your pillow and it exploded in the wash. Well, these things happen. She pointed out that our pillows were a wedding present so we’ve been enjoying them for 16 years. OK, I’ll pick up a new pillow in… Read More
We got a little snow around here last night…
I ventured into my local Canadian Tire store this morning. The big Christmas machine was in full swing. Christmas music. Loud Christmas music, the kind that sounds like sappy pop music with lyrics all about presents under the tree and shopping lists and like that.… Read More
I was in my local Loblaws today. I do most of our grocery shopping and usually I do it at the No Frills because it’s cheaper (or occasionally Starsky’s when I’m after some good kielbasa), but I needed a couple things I knew they didn’t… Read More
Flying solo around here for a few days. Tuffy P and our friend Suzanne G from Halifax are down in New York State looking at art. They’ve been to the Albright-Knox and the Frank Lloyd Wright Martin House Complex in Buffalo and today they headed… Read More
I read in the Etobicoke paper that my old high school, a place called Scarlett Heights, is closing. I’m betting developers will replace it with some kind of housing development. I guess it was a good high school. I mean, I think I got a… Read More