Back before I stepped away from the work-a-day world, I did PR and Communications work for a number of years. I don’t think much about that kind of stuff these days, but every now and then some organization does something so bone-headed and ill-advised, it… Read More
Each year at Remembrance Day I think of the stories my father used to tell me about him and his buddy Freddie as rapscallion kids, and what happened to each of them during the Second World War. I’ve told many people at least parts of… Read More
When I was growing up I would occasionally ask my father if he was in the war – meaning WWII. He was born in 1917 so he would have been a young man when the war began. Mostly I would get stories about how he… Read More
27th Street 