Does anyone else have trouble getting rid of stuff? Do you find it difficult to part with things you’ve bought even though you never use them? Because maybe one day you will use it? I sold my camper and truck. It was a difficult process, I went through a plethora Read more…
La Belle Province. Quebec is a beautiful place, and this trip left very little doubt about how beautiful it can be. In Montreal, the architecture was an amazing dichotomy of eras – old-world brick and sandstone in the shadow of new glass highrises created a stylish blend of centuries. If Read more…
It was just over a week ago that Kevin Falcon arbitrarily pulled the plug on the political ambitions of 93 BC United Party candidates for the upcoming provincial election. Some people might not feel it was arbitrary given the polls which indicated they were doomed for defeat. It certainly was Read more…
I stared into my daughter’s room, a knot formed in my throat as I thought back to all the times she smiled back at me. She sat on the floor and gathered her things, barely taking the time to see me there. This was the last time I’d see her Read more…
It has been a busy summer for me and the world has spun out of control. At least it feels that way. I’ve stopped my daily posts and my posts have become few and far between. For those who read my blog regularly, I apologize. It’s not like I don’t Read more…
Blaine Toney was my friend, although I never knew him by that name. He was always Mr. Fly. The phone book even listed him as M.R. Fly. Now he’s flying with the angels. He might laugh at that and say he’s running with the devil. But I know better. He’s Read more…
Barrman stood in the middle of the pontoon boat and tried to relax. After all, it wasn’t his boat and he wasn’t the captain. But he still felt a tumble in his stomach while the 20-foot pontoon boat bounced in the wind and the waves. Christina Lake was rolling with Read more…
Barrman, Kaydee, Cookster, Krispee, and Biker Girl rolled out of Barrman’s Westbank driveway and headed down the highway. The intrepid motorcyclists stared into the darkening sky and hoped for the best. In the distance, Barrman could see the rain fill the valley and he took a deep breath hoping to Read more…
The stop sign was one I’ve stopped for a thousand times in the past eighteen years. Ninety percent of the time no cars came and I would stop, look both ways, and then go. Never an issue, it was almost second nature to stop, look, and go. Until the big Read more…
The beautiful young lady stood beside me. I felt a surge of pride as I stared around, many others were sharing in the moment. That lady holding my arm is my little girl, my daughter, the love of my life. She’s not so little anymore. How could the last twelve Read more…