Monthly Archives: July 2011

Best to Jack

“Why can’t Ford die?” “I can’t afford to die.” Miscommunication and lunch on the grass at Jimmy Simpson Park in east Toronto is the subject of today’s posting. There we were, my friend Richard and I, stretched out with a … Continue reading

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Capture on Toronto Island

A peregrine falcon swooped down from a low-lying spruce at the ferry docks on Toronto Island. She caught a sparrow in her grip and returned with it to the abandoned branch. I watched from my own perch on a weathered … Continue reading

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Do it for Hugh MacLennan

I first read Hugh MacLennan’s Two Solitudes in high school. At that time, while Trudeaumania raged and de Gaulle thumbed-up Quebec separation, I sank into the ill-fated nationalistic love story  from my parents’ home on the ravine of the Humber River in … Continue reading

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Baby’s breath

“This baby is still alive!” said the doctor. He was talking about me. Since yesterday was my birthday, I figure I can prolong the self-indulgence for one more day and tell the story of my birth. Partly because it’s a … Continue reading

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Conrad Black and the art of the obituary

I have Conrad Black and Sue Vohanka to thank for my renewed interest in the craft of writing obituaries. Here’s why. With Sue, it’s because last month she handed a copy of Canada From Afar: The Daily Telegraph Book of … Continue reading

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For Matthew Shepard

Along the lines of lending voice to the living, here’s a great little story and memorable quote to paste on your fridge: In 2006, Democratic congressman Barney Frank was accused by Republican John Hostettler of having a “radical homosexual agenda.” “I do … Continue reading

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Summer reading

Summer reading and Hemingway’s suicide. I’ve set myself the task of doing nothing but turning pages, in my garden, of The Sun Also Rises during the evening as the sun also sets in Toronto. A glass of chilled pinot gris in … Continue reading

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