Tag Archives: nostalgia

How Facebook Killed the High School Reunion

In the mid-90s I went to my 20 year high school reunion and had a great time.

I was really psyched about seeing the old gang and how they’ve turned out, and hoped that there would be a few who hadn’t matured too much so I’d have someone to relate to. I wasn’t at all worried that I didn’t have many braggable accomplishments under my belt because my fear and pride were eclipsed by my curiosity as to how the high school babes blossomed into middle-aged beauties. I was happy to find that a few people attended who I had spent a considerable amount of time with over the years from Kindergarten through Grade 11. Continue reading

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The Great Ones of Comedy

When I was eleven or twelve years old in Montreal, I discovered that on weekends a local AM radio station would play comedy albums from 3 to 5 a.m. It was great to listen to the radio late at night. So began my love affair with stand-up comedy.

First of all, let’s get something straight… I’m no expert on comedy, much less an authority on good comedy. This is just stuff I like — stuff I like a lot. Second of all, the backstories to the comedy or the performers made the comedians even funnier or their humour sweeter because of some circumstance that the artist struggled with yet continued to deliver smiles to the world. In the late 60s there was no internet to search through the thousands of articles (and then make up your own mind of what is true and what isn’t) to find out what was really true about the comedians’ backstories.
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Photographic Advice to the Young

A Tangle of Bikes - A rusty memory from a bygone era (the early 1970s).

We are living in very exciting times, and times are even more exciting when you’re young. There’s always something going on and, being in school, the only way you’ll ever be in contact with as many people when you’re older is to become an incredible superstar, like Keanu Reeves. Continue reading


Photographic Memory

The cottage at Lake Hughes, Quebec where as a child I spent several enjoyable summers. Photo by Dad.

When I was a pre-schooler in the early 1960s, my father was an acoustic engineer who owned a consulting firm. He was away on business quite a bit.

When he returned from his travels, which sometimes lasted several weeks, there were things that I could always look forward to. Having Dad back was first, of course. He would be in a great mood and would do a lot of cooking, concentrating mostly on family specialities that he didn’t get to eat while overseas. He always brought presents from afar. Continue reading