A Section from The Biography. Me, My Uncle And I
I found words written of Dave Dryburgh written on the occasion of his death. This piece was written by a colleague Scotty Melville who would take my uncle’s position as Sports Editor of the Regina…
I found words written of Dave Dryburgh written on the occasion of his death. This piece was written by a colleague Scotty Melville who would take my uncle’s position as Sports Editor of the Regina…
Some fool emailed: “I do hope the hotel continues to live up to your high expectations. I am reassured that it is no longer owned by my favourite clown.” Such a cretin is this person….
The day before yesterday E.H.B. and I were having a discussion about the joys of being an intelligent woman. Men who are achievers are called forceful, intelligent go-getters. Women who are achievers are called cute…
There is a phenomena in myth and literature involving a phoenix that rises from the ashes. It is the theme of my life. The most recent case of ashes stemmed from the aftermath of the…
My goodness was I depressed the day before yesterday. But this sweet email bounced up to me in my room.” I am happy that the kind caring and funny Alexis is now going upstairs trying…
It has taken me five more nights of turn down service to appreciate the attention to detail that characterizes the Trump International Hotel. The May 13, 2017 post contained a story told by Benjamin A…
An Egregious Assault I was felled. By water at a Davies Street restaurant. Water was thrown in my face by a Chinese man. “Why?” you might ask. It is because I dared to assert that…
I could never be accused of being politically correct but, on the other hand, neither could I be viewed as being prejudiced against races, foreign countries or bad breath. It is this lack of artifice…
A recent task was to switch the screen saver picture on my computer. I LOVE my computer, it is the source of all things bright and beautiful and brings me to you. I found a…
This conversation actually took place on the morning of May 15, 2017. Alexis calls cousin Gail Gail: Well you had a great Mother’s Day. Me: How do you know? Can you read my mind? Gail:…