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Some of the articles, stories and columns I have written.

I am the only person I know who has achieved a trifecta in beer games. I had a perfect hand in cribbage, shot a hole in one in golf and threw a ton-eighty in darts. I know people who have achieved one or another of these. I even know people who have shot more than one 180 on the same darts night. But no one who has done all three. And each of them I’ve only ever done once. A perfect hand in cribbage comes when you have been dealt three fives, the jack of the off-suit and two other cards. You discard the twoRead More →

If you think I don’t know what I’m talking about when it comes to music, I’ll tell you this much: I have performed live in front of a packed house, as one half of a piano duet. My younger brother was the other half. Two people at one piano equals four hands on 88 keys. Sixteen fingers and four thumbs responsible for 4.4 keys each. Simple. What could go wrong? Nothing, and nothing did. In a faraway England, sixty years distant by now, there was one thing most families, rich and poor, had in common. It cut across the severe class divide that kept us allRead More →

Woke up this morning in Guelph Ontario. Will be setting my head on a pillow this evening in Watrous Saskatchewan. The plane left Toronto at 10:15 this morning. After a 3-hour flight, it landed in Regina at 11:30. Time zones are wonderful. All went smoothly for me in Toronto, but not so much for the guy ahead of me in the security scrutiny line. He had one smallish carry-on bag. I don’t know how much he checked in. It doesn’t really matter. The security guy pulled his bag as it came out of the x-ray booth. “I have some fishing tackle in there,” he said.Read More →

I have three Tilley hats. I bought my first in 1994. Three of my good Scrabble friends at the time were Chris Clark, editor of the Guelph Tribune, Brian Skerrett, bookshop manager at The Bookshelf, and Andy Schoenhoffer, at the time a copy editor at the Guelph Mercury. We played an early version of on-line Scrabble on Hillside BBS. Every few weeks the four of us would meet in the Bookshelf’s Green Room for Scrabble and beer. For a couple of years, Andy and I went to the weekly sessions of the Toronto Scrabble Club, but that’s another other story. In November 1993, we wentRead More →