Monthly Archives: August 2004

I must have a trusting face. Or an intelligent face. It could be that I have a lonley face. At any rate, my face was the most inviting one down at Pier 6 this afternoon when a wayward American traveller, … Continue reading →

Unlike rain on your wedding day, or a black fly in your Chardonnay, I did notice something whiz past me on the Danforth two nights back that was ironic. And it wasn’t ten thousand spoons when all I needed was … Continue reading →

It is good to get out of the city every now and then. Having grown up in the country, far far far from the city, I was used to people, places, and things being a bit backwards and silly. I … Continue reading →

Recently, while plying my brand of Pilsner in a local LCBO, an elderly woman came in with her trusted friend and companion, a Shitzund (a Shitzu and a Daschund crossed–a Shitz-wiener if you will) dolled-up in the 11th Century French … Continue reading →