Growing up and Growing older on Random Island
I was at Bedford Place Mall yesterday morning, and being an early bird Giant Tiger wasn’t yet open. This mall is kinda like a wasteland now, other than Giant Tiger and Dollarama, there’s not a ton of businesses, or traffic. At least I guess not, being the early bird I am, I don’t see it […]
A couple years ago I got back into riding bike, and then the other day I saw an ad for an old vintage 10 speed. It reminded me of the one Keith had and I inherited. An old CCM Targa. There’s been quite a bit of new technology and difference since those days (and price […]
With kind permission from Bill March. Thank you, I love it! These Random roads don’t go too far but they always brought you home until the day you crossed that causeway bridge to the great big world unknown Under cool moss grassy o’er rock and shale sweet memories now peaceful lay just a stone throw […]
Recently, an old family friend, Gary Cooper, passed away. Gary was more than a family friend though, he WAS family. To everyone! I’d lost touch with him, and many more for that matter, since I’ve moved away, and more so since my own Dad died. Not necessarily through anyone’s fault, though I’m sure my own […]
The item in the image above, if you don’t remember, was used to draw music staves on the chalkboard (though it was also co-opted to use for cursive writing and maybe, just maybe, to make writing “I will not chew gum in class”100 times easier). I posted it a couple days ago on twitter, and […]
While out yesterday to drop off some tools to my sister, Annette, I saw a pickup go by that somehow reminded me so much of ones that Ross Smith used to drive. While he had big lane with a long road gong right down to his house, the truck was a staple diagonally across the […]
As Hurricane Dorian makes its way to hammer us here in Halifax, I got to thinking about broken windows and shutters and the like. And that led me to remembering our fall and winter preparation years ago. I can’t say I’ve really thought about storm windows and storm doors in years, but every fall without […]
The days and weeks move on as they always do, and while its still winter, it feels like its loosening some as March has made its way around again. Sated, Ralph leans back in the old rocking chair. Tired, but the good kind, a day spent out in the open, a fire, good friends, food, […]
The well worn leather traces creak as Bax’s old mare pulls the double slide in the long run. Ralph and Si sitting on an old bren full of hay for a seat, Bax up front giving the reins a flick now and then, though its not really necessary, the horse knows the path and routine […]
The house is on the side of a hill, a path climbing up to the well house. Rope clothesline hung between two huge old fir, propped up in the middle by a board sawed at the mill. “Ralphie! Si! You young devils! Get off that path with them slides, your gonna turn it all to […]
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